Boy, did I get a real treat for the eyes yesterday when Nane changed her profile picture on Facebook for the first time since we met a year and a half ago. :) Andy said he didn’t like the picture because it’s blurry and she’s looking downward, but I think it’s great. It’s not clear enough to show any wrinkles and she looks very happy in it. Love how her hair looked too, even though it’s wavy. Don’t know if it’s natural, though. She might actually have straight hair. I also think her natural color may be dark brown and not light brown.

I asked and she confirmed she’s been wearing contacts for years. I figured she couldn’t have perfect vision to go with her perfect body. Nobody’s that blessed, LOL.

The dogs ended up barking for over 5 hours. But we’ll still get to live where we don’t have to hear other people’s dogs someday after having to listen to them for 20 years, right?

Customary here or not, I cannot deal with many more years of getting hit with 6-8 hours of barking once or twice a week. I simply cannot! If we end up stuck here or end up moving to the same old shit, we’ve got to do something. A cyber-friend said she had the same problem with her own landlord till she complained and the landlord was told to either shut them up or get rid of them. Well, since most people wouldn’t dare bring their dogs indoors and make them part of the family, he opted to just get rid of them.

But this was a whole ‘nother state. My landlord has already been officially complained on, probably by whoever’s behind him, and look what good it’s done. In the West, all he would have to tell those who are supposed to make people think their responsibility as a dog owner ends when they go out is, “I do my best to quiet them when I’m home, but when I’m not home there’s nothing I can do about it.”

That’s the lame crap he told us. But there IS something he could do about it. If he’s that against the thought of making them household pets, he could at least muzzle the fucking mutts. There are muzzles that will still allow them to eat and drink somewhat. Or what about anti-barking collars? But this cock doesn’t give a shit about anyone but himself and so the people either gave up or moved. And if they moved, chances are the new people have dogs that are doing the same thing since that’s what most people do out here; they leave their dogs outside like yesterday’s trash and to hell with their neighbors. But this rudeness is widely accepted and tolerated in the West. The barking doesn’t even bother Tom. As a western native, he grew up with this shit. Well, I didn’t! And I don’t expect it’ll do us any good in this state, but I fully do intend to call the complaint line anonymously if we get stuck here. After all this time I don’t see how he would suspect we’re the ones that called.

I suspect he goes to bars when he takes off from around 7:30 - 8:30 and doesn’t return till after 2am. At his age, I doubt he’s going out to meet anyone, and he’s never seemed to want that anyway. He seems to really like being alone, especially after complaining about having “too many wives” in the past and how they all stole his money.

The good Jessie, the female one that’s been my friend since childhood messaged me yesterday and told me Renting Ginny is great so far. She’s been reading it as time permits. She says she can’t wait to find out what happens next. I’m glad she likes it cuz other than sharing with friends I’ve totally failed as an author.