The Truth about Dogs (and Cats)

Yay! Well, after getting some comments on my last blog, I feel rejuvenated in my attempts to actually do this. Instead of responding to people's comments in the comment section, I will address them here:
-Kris-Thanks for welcoming me in, I hope I can keep up with it.
-Melinda-You are so sweet, our Yugo days are definatley memorable and thinking about that My Sharona song made me laugh. We need to take Patrick's advice and go to lunch. I will email you and maybe we can get together next week or something. And by the way, I long ago forgave you for the cigarette burn, it just added more character :)
-Patrick-I'm glad to hear from you. And yes, my husband is hot. This is why I am slaving away in the gym to try and evict this stubborn baby weight that has taken up permanent residence on my bod. It really isn't fair, I'm the one with the bad metabolism and I'm the one who has to carry the babies, while he eats whatever he wants and never gains a pound. Oh well, nature... what are you going to do. Anyways, I will forgive you for not contacting me last time you came if you promise to at least call while you are here next time. I'm sure Connie has not resorted to monitoring your phone calls too. And I need to be informed as to when RRRed will next be playing as I must make the trip to see it this time.
Okay, now onto my topic of the day: Animals. Now those of you who know me know that though I may pretend now that I am domesticated, I am not an animal person. This is the snotty Stacy that still exists deep down inside of me. I just feel as if they are dirty and I can't handle it. Anyways, David is like the ultimate animal lover and despite my protests, over the years we have rescued three baby ducklings and one goose from certain death and nursed them back to health in our backyard before returning them to their home. The ducks were fine, but the goose really did a number on our backyard (and by that I mean literally, number 2, all over...all the time). He had a broken leg and David made a makeshift cast for it until it was better, he would even take him on walks around the block where all the neighborhood children would follow him and think he was the coolest dad ever.
Anyways, last year when we moved into our new house we decided to finally take the plunge and get a dog when summer came. We bought a little rat terrior who was adorable and named him Scout (Patrick I know this is the name of your dog, but we all know that To Kill a Mockingbird was my favorite book and David and I had already decided that if we got a dog, this would be his name). So Scout was adorable and Ashton loved him and we were a happy family. Until Scout simply refused to get house trained. He did well at first but then he decided that he liked the attention he got when he made a mistake so he started doing it all the time. My patience was beginning to wear thin. But soon after we discovered that Ashton was actually allergic to him and had asthma on top of it. We tried keeping him in the garage for awhile since he could no longer be in the house, but he was so unhappy we finally had to give him away. I thought I would be happy, but was actually pretty sad about it, I even cried. Was my anti-animal shell beginning to crack? Just as I was discovering that maybe I could love them, we found out we couldn't have them? Below is Scout with Ashton.

That was until our next door neighbor got a big black Lab a month ago that has not shut his mouth since he got here. All day and all night he yelps, barks and howls and they completely ignore him. In the first week we actually said something (and called the police onece) because it was such a shock and they claimed he was just nervous and they were taking measures to take care of it. Well, those measures have never come to fruition because the dog continues to lament 24 hours. I now have thoughts of "accidents" happening. What do we do? They know we are bothered by it and so are the other neighbors and it obviously isn't getting better. The dog is freakin miserable do something about it!
So, that is my rant for the day. I may have begun to love animals but it has been ruined by our crazy neighbor dog. And cats will never be an option because I believe that they are inherently evil (Listen, if you had met our childhood cat Blacketta, you would know what I am talking about).
P.S. As you can see...I finally figured out the picture in the blog thing....