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Ever have to live next to a barking dog? I live in an apartment with a little rock-fenced yard in the back. All the other apartments in my 4-apartment flat have a little rock yard out back.
Last fall, a woman and her daughter moved in next to me. I thought, "Oh, good, at least there won't be all night parties."
I would now welcome all night parties in lieu of the horror I have had to endure.
This mother and daughter moved in with two little dachsunds, whose permanent residence is the back yard next to mine. My bedroom window is about ten feet from these little terrors.
From the moment these people moved in, their dachsunds have not stopped barking. They bark every time I open the window. They bark every time I open my back door. They bark and continue barking every time I go in my back yard. They bark when the sun comes up. They bark when the wind changes direction. They bark when there is a reason to and when there isn't. They bark until they become hoarse. This barking continues day and night and day and night and day and night and day and night.
At first, every time these dogs would bark, I politely rang the neighbors' doorbell and in as friendly a voice as I could (really) I asked them to please quiet their dogs. At first, the daughter who owns the dachsunds would make a token effort to shush them, and that would last about 15 minutes. But then the dogs would see a new color or something and start barking again.
I wrote a letter to the landlord. I was advised that I should call the police.
The police have better things to do than quiet my neighbors' two dogs. A cop told me as much.
Each time I would politely go ask the daughter to shush the dogs, she became less and less enthusiastic or in a hurry to do so. Meanwhile, the dogs' barking is becoming worse...
In the immortal words of Bugs Bunny, "Of course you know, this means WAR!"
I have nothing against dogs in general, and I certainly do not want to do anything to hurt the animals, but enough is enough.
I began by purchasing a couple of water pistols, you know, the kind every kid has in the summer. Every time the dogs started barking, I went into the back yard and squirted them until they stopped. It wasn't freezing cold yet (it doesn't get that way until toward the end of November), so I knew I wouldn't hurt the dogs by squirting them.
Problem is...the water guns quit having any effect.
Desperate--I looked through the Bass Pro Shops catalog for dog training devices, and I finally found a WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION (tongue in cheek).
It was a little electronic device used by professional dog trainers to stop the dogs barking. It doesn't hurt the dog, it just sends out a high-pitched sound (audible to humans) that stops a dog's bark dead in its tracks...er...barks.
Every time the dogs barked now, I hit the button on this device and held it down until they shut up. The device worked beautifully.
This is when I discovered that dog owners DO NOT WANT their dogs to stop barking. Since the daughter's bedroom window faces the back yard where the dogs are, she began to notice that her dogs would stop barking for no reason. So she started opening the window to see what was up. One time she caught me pushing the button on my little squawk box, and the gig was up! She cussed me out with every word that a nice high-schooler shouldn't use. I can only laugh.
She didn't mind her dogs barking 24 hours a day, but let somebody shut them up and THAT'S DIFFERENT!
:lol:
Now that it's getting warmer, I'm leaving my bedroom window and my back door open to get some air. Guess what? Yup. The little terrors start barking the microsecond they hear either one open.
I should explain that my little squawk box has an automatic setting. You just turn the knob up all the way and it squeals every time the dogs bark whether I'm there or not. I don't have to be there to push the button every time the dogs bark.
Thing is....the daughter, owner of the dogs, Queen of the Cuss Word, doesn't know that!
:naughty:
After dark, I simply ran a strap over my curtain rod in my bedroom to dangle the squawk box from. I dangled the screecher in the open window (covered by a screen only), turned up the knob all the way, and left the room to get on the computer. I can hear the squeal as the dogs bark, but I'm doing other things.
Finally, after a couple of hours, I go into my bedroom where the squawk box hangs (without turning the light on) so I can see what's going on outside in the dark. The neighbor's porch light is on and I can see it all.
I see the daughter has removed the screen from her bedroom window, climbed through the window, and is looking all over the place and climbing on the rock wall looking for my little squawk box, which screams like an alarm every time the dogs bark!
:lol:
I am about to roll on the floor laughing my f*cking a** off!
She's furiously looking for my little screecher box and can't find it!
Finally, after about two hours she gives up and goes back inside. I shut off my screecher box and go to bed as soon as I stop laughing.
GET THE F*CKING POINT, YET, "LADY?"
:lol:
Anyway, I've had my fun. I'm not trying to torment the owner. So I've ordered a product called "Bark-Free" that does the same thing, but the signal is inaudible to humans.
So I will quietly train my neighbors' dogs not to bark, and neither they nor their owner will be any the worse for wear.
At least, I HOPE the dogs stop barking...
Last fall, a woman and her daughter moved in next to me. I thought, "Oh, good, at least there won't be all night parties."
I would now welcome all night parties in lieu of the horror I have had to endure.
This mother and daughter moved in with two little dachsunds, whose permanent residence is the back yard next to mine. My bedroom window is about ten feet from these little terrors.
From the moment these people moved in, their dachsunds have not stopped barking. They bark every time I open the window. They bark every time I open my back door. They bark and continue barking every time I go in my back yard. They bark when the sun comes up. They bark when the wind changes direction. They bark when there is a reason to and when there isn't. They bark until they become hoarse. This barking continues day and night and day and night and day and night and day and night.
At first, every time these dogs would bark, I politely rang the neighbors' doorbell and in as friendly a voice as I could (really) I asked them to please quiet their dogs. At first, the daughter who owns the dachsunds would make a token effort to shush them, and that would last about 15 minutes. But then the dogs would see a new color or something and start barking again.
I wrote a letter to the landlord. I was advised that I should call the police.
The police have better things to do than quiet my neighbors' two dogs. A cop told me as much.
Each time I would politely go ask the daughter to shush the dogs, she became less and less enthusiastic or in a hurry to do so. Meanwhile, the dogs' barking is becoming worse...
In the immortal words of Bugs Bunny, "Of course you know, this means WAR!"
I have nothing against dogs in general, and I certainly do not want to do anything to hurt the animals, but enough is enough.
I began by purchasing a couple of water pistols, you know, the kind every kid has in the summer. Every time the dogs started barking, I went into the back yard and squirted them until they stopped. It wasn't freezing cold yet (it doesn't get that way until toward the end of November), so I knew I wouldn't hurt the dogs by squirting them.
Problem is...the water guns quit having any effect.
Desperate--I looked through the Bass Pro Shops catalog for dog training devices, and I finally found a WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION (tongue in cheek).
It was a little electronic device used by professional dog trainers to stop the dogs barking. It doesn't hurt the dog, it just sends out a high-pitched sound (audible to humans) that stops a dog's bark dead in its tracks...er...barks.
Every time the dogs barked now, I hit the button on this device and held it down until they shut up. The device worked beautifully.
This is when I discovered that dog owners DO NOT WANT their dogs to stop barking. Since the daughter's bedroom window faces the back yard where the dogs are, she began to notice that her dogs would stop barking for no reason. So she started opening the window to see what was up. One time she caught me pushing the button on my little squawk box, and the gig was up! She cussed me out with every word that a nice high-schooler shouldn't use. I can only laugh.
She didn't mind her dogs barking 24 hours a day, but let somebody shut them up and THAT'S DIFFERENT!
:lol:
Now that it's getting warmer, I'm leaving my bedroom window and my back door open to get some air. Guess what? Yup. The little terrors start barking the microsecond they hear either one open.
I should explain that my little squawk box has an automatic setting. You just turn the knob up all the way and it squeals every time the dogs bark whether I'm there or not. I don't have to be there to push the button every time the dogs bark.
Thing is....the daughter, owner of the dogs, Queen of the Cuss Word, doesn't know that!
:naughty:
After dark, I simply ran a strap over my curtain rod in my bedroom to dangle the squawk box from. I dangled the screecher in the open window (covered by a screen only), turned up the knob all the way, and left the room to get on the computer. I can hear the squeal as the dogs bark, but I'm doing other things.
Finally, after a couple of hours, I go into my bedroom where the squawk box hangs (without turning the light on) so I can see what's going on outside in the dark. The neighbor's porch light is on and I can see it all.
I see the daughter has removed the screen from her bedroom window, climbed through the window, and is looking all over the place and climbing on the rock wall looking for my little squawk box, which screams like an alarm every time the dogs bark!
:lol:
I am about to roll on the floor laughing my f*cking a** off!
She's furiously looking for my little screecher box and can't find it!
Finally, after about two hours she gives up and goes back inside. I shut off my screecher box and go to bed as soon as I stop laughing.
GET THE F*CKING POINT, YET, "LADY?"
:lol:
Anyway, I've had my fun. I'm not trying to torment the owner. So I've ordered a product called "Bark-Free" that does the same thing, but the signal is inaudible to humans.
So I will quietly train my neighbors' dogs not to bark, and neither they nor their owner will be any the worse for wear.
At least, I HOPE the dogs stop barking...
Anyway, these dogs drive me nuts! I have politely talked to the owners but their answer is "Daniel and her father are allergic to them, so they can't be in the house much." I thought to myself, why on earth would you own three dogs if you are allergic? Some people are really stupid.
