Sure enough, the chat with Jesse has fallen upon deaf ears. Or upon someone who just doesn’t get it or give a shit. I’m still not sure which is which just yet. They didn’t get carried away for long periods of time yesterday, but I heard them too often for comfort. Because it was only 8:00 I could just make out the truck’s engine as it left and that stirred them up for a few minutes. Then they were off to bark again a few hours later, then a few hours after that. It only lasted a few minutes at a time, but still, we didn’t come here for this! We don’t need this shit and no one should have to listen to other people’s dogs like this. If they don’t mind, well then fine. But I mind. There’s no excuse for this shit or any reason why he couldn’t put the dogs inside when he takes off.

So now I’m racking my brains trying to figure out what the best move would be to take next. I could slip the idiot a note similar to the one I wanted to slip him in the first place before I was dumb enough to let Tom talk me out of that method. This way he couldn’t interrupt either of us and could read it at his own leisure. Then there’d be no way he wouldn’t get it unless he didn’t want to or was dumber than Paula.

I could ask if he’d be willing to put the debarker up at his place if we pay for it, though I’m not sure I like that idea. It’s his dogs making the racket, so he should pay for it.

We could wait till Tom gets a job and then give him the “maybe we’ll move if you don’t shut them up” ultimatum.

I think that in the end, if the debarker doesn’t work, we’re just going to have to spell it out bluntly for him and take the direct approach. I really think this guy’s just incredibly stupid. A lot of people with his kind of personality tend not to be very bright. I’m good with people in general and I recognize his type. He’s the kind you practically have to shake by the shoulders and scream your point in his face as bluntly as if you were talking to a dumb or stubborn child. Tom would’ve played things down too, when he mentioned it, giving him the idea that we’re just curious about it as opposed to annoyed. I am, anyway.

Tom said he thinks it’s his coming and going that stirs them up. But then what about the times they go off for hours on end? Fortunately, we don’t have too many multi-hour barking sprees, but if it’s his coming and going that’s stirring them up, why didn’t it stir them up this much before a few months ago?

I’m hoping they’ll settle down once the weather warms up again, but if not even the rain can put a damper on the barking, why should the heat? If anything it may be worse in the summer cuz we have to have a window cracked for the cooler. Then again, we could also run the fan over the stove, too. Now we can’t, though, or it’ll suck the heat out of here.

Tom says he still swears he hears another dog either beyond or at the side of their place that they’re responding to.

And only when he happens to be out?

Got a letter from Paula yesterday. Her father in Florida died at 84 years old. His heart arrested, I guess. He didn’t have any money to leave her, just pictures and memories, as she put it.

She said she can’t remember her password to get into her email account and wants me to help get her a new one. As I’ll tell her, I won’t be able to get her a new one, but we can set up an email account that we’ll give her the password to that we can both use. That way if she forgets the account and can’t get back in, I can get in for her. We’ll set up emails and passwords that are easy to remember.

She’s also asking for Barbies, good luck charms, DVD movies, and a postcard of the beach in California, and she will send money (some people aren’t exactly shy to just ask for shit!). Well, that’d be nice! I hate to ask her for money after losing her dad and all that, but with the $750 in fuel assistance money she’s getting, she’ll be doing better than us for a while. Especially since she could afford to buy her grandson Chase a highchair like she said she did. We need every extra dollar we can get. It’ll cost around $10 to ship her a package and right now even $10 is sort of a lot of money for us to be spending. But yeah, it’d be my pleasure to send the 11 Barbies I have just sitting around taking up space that I can’t get any money for, plus some unwanted incense and a few other odds and ends.

She sent me a picture of her in the wedding dress she wore when she married that psycho who ended up in jail. It’s a beautiful dress. I wonder how she afforded it. She’s gotten pretty big, though, the poor girl.

Emilie got 2 bids and sold for $31, and the dress got 4 bids and sold for $20. What’s funny is that Emilie’s going back to Oregon. LOL! Not to K-Falls, though. She’s going to Portland.

Sydney was listed last night, along with a pair of pants and a sweater. No bids on the fashions yet, but Sydney’s got a bid. We had to drop her from $29 to $19, though, because of her mold. She doesn’t have jointed wrists. Besides, in this economy, it’d be very unlikely we’d get much more for her judging by other listings.

I’m back in motels again in my dreams. Last night’s motel was so bad we had to change rooms 2 or 3 times. Then when it came checkout time, the housekeeper was impatiently waiting to do our room as I was packing us up. Only problem was that every time I thought I had everything packed, there’d be a whole new pile of stuff to have to pack! There was just this endless pile of stuff to pack and then Tom called sounding rather unhappy about something, but the connection kept cutting out.