The renter’s dogs have been going absolutely ballistic for hours now and I gotta wonder just what the hell could be setting them off at 1:30 in the damn morning. If it weren’t for my office being at the front of the house and the fans whirring away inside my computer, I’d have to have music going or something just to concentrate. I really, really would like to move to where we don’t have to know about it if our neighbors have dogs, but I know God would never allow me that much no matter what state/climate we moved to, and no matter what was customary there. Even if it was just the opposite where we move to, we’ll be next to that fluky household that stores their dogs outdoors 24/7.

I can’t fathom why God’s used dogs as instruments of torture on me for so many years any more than I can fathom why he did the same with the NHA and freeloaders. The only thing I can think of is that maybe it’s because I used to torture the family poodle as a small child. Doe’s “precious itty-bitty baby.” The one she treated better than her kids, husband and even her favorites – her friends. Why I did it, I don’t know. Perhaps it was a child’s only way of venting the pent-up emotions caused by abuse that she was forced to keep inside. Nonetheless, would God punish me for such a thing, innocent child or not? Absolutely. He always makes me pay tenfold and more for whatever I do. If I slapped someone once, he’d make sure they fisted me 1000 times. It’s not fair, but when is God ever really fair? I get what I’ve given a million times over and I pay for other people’s wrongdoings. Period.

They haven’t been flying lately. I noticed they seem to fly more often in colder weather rather than warmer weather.

Different regions have different sounds just like different sayings. When you think of New York noise you think of horns honking, people shouting and sirens. When you think of Arizona noise you think of balls bouncing, dogs barking and music.