Answered Prayers - The Neighbor's Beagle has Moved On
For the past eight years I have had morning coffee (at 6 am) listening to a howling beagle. It usually goes on for about an hour. Then sporadically throughout the day he would howl. Part of the torture was that I never knew if the neighbors would be leaving him out for 10 minutes or three hours. I can't tell you how much I wanted him gone. That always made me feel guilty.
Well divine intervention worked. He has not moved on to Heaven, but just a new neighborhood. His owners are not able to care for him any more. So he is alive and howling, just not within my hearing. He went to people who used to dog sit him and he's quite happy.
OldRoadsOnceTraveled wrote on August 28, 2014, 7:00 PM
This is Guiness the Cat. Oh, joy, joy, joy! Oh, happy day! I celebrate your deliverance from the canine.
bestwriter wrote on August 28, 2014, 7:58 PM
I am waiting for divine intervention for this biker to move out too. But I do not think they will do that in a hurry. This whatever you call like him has a bike that makes a sound disturbing the neighbourhood miles around Bah...........
BarbRad wrote on August 29, 2014, 4:19 AM
We used to have a dog in our rural neighborhood the next hill over who used to howl at night. I haven't heard it in a long time now. I don't miss the serenade.
BarbRad wrote on August 29, 2014, 4:21 AM
I hate noise. That's why we moved out to the country. But even there it's not quiet all the time. The noises are just different and somewhat easier to get used to than loud media noises from next door and loud scooter and likes buzzing or roaring down the street or gardeners mowing lawns all week and homeowners who don't have gardeners mowing their own lawns all weekend.
OldRoadsOnceTraveled wrote on August 29, 2014, 12:38 PM
This is Guiness the Cat. Norma and I used to have a dog at our other house when we lived with our former maid and butler. That's one of the reasons we moved in with Debbi.
Dewines wrote on November 6, 2014, 3:39 PM
When I lived in Bristol in the 1980s, I had the same problem with a drummer next door. I never knew whether he would play for 5 minutes or 5 hours!