Monday, April 7, 2008
Why my neighbors think I'm crazy (this time)
My weekend began by finding out that my dog has pink eye. My dog. Has pink eye. Who even knew that dogs get pink eye? So, twice a day since Friday, I've been having to get the dog to sit still so I can smear nasty jelly antibiotics in his eye. I didn't think much of it until Saturday afternoon when I went outside to take out the garbage. There, in the middle of the yard was Charlie (my beagle). Sitting next to Charlie, apparently enjoying the mild temperature and the sunshine was The Rabbit. The Rabbit lives under my neighbors deck. Charlie and The Rabbit have somehow become friends. There is no chasing. There is no barking, more of a whining when The Rabbit leaves Charlie alone for too long. The Rabbit knows not to fear Charlie, so therefore does not fear the people of the building. The Rabbit is dirty and nasty, and I'm pretty sure gave Charlie fleas. Rumor has it that Charlie and The Rabbit have napped together in the yard, practically cuddling - hence the fleas. So, Saturday afternoon I put it all together and decided that The Rabbit was also responsible for giving Charlie pink eye. So, I shooed Charlie into the house, and went to have a chat with The Rabbit. I walked right up to it, and started telling it sternly to stop giving my dog diseases, and stay in it's own yard, and to go play with it's own kind. By this time Charlie was back in the yard, and both animals were looking at me with boredom and contempt. I ran at The Rabbit and was pratically on top of it when it decided it was time to go back to his own yard. Charlie and his pink eye went to the fence and whined. I then talked sternly to Charlie about hanging out with dirty rabbits. It was about this time that I realized that the next door neighbors' windows were wide open, and they had probably heard my entire conversation with a rabbit and a dog. And people wonder why I drink.