It was our first hot night of the year. Before I went to bed, I opened a window for cool air. When I awoke I was so mad I had done that. I thought for sure we wouldn't hear the barking if the windows were closed. Keely was nursing though so I couldn't get up. Then James woke up. Him waking up is worse than a kid waking up. He doesn't go back to sleep. He has to wake up at 3:30AM. If something keeps him up I get so mad. Keely fell off right about then. I apologized to James for opening the window and I shut it. It did not work. I spent the next few minutes festering in my anger and getting angrier.
I got up. Now, I am blind. Really blind. I can't see a damn thing. I am fumbling around for pants and a shirt and choosing solely by texture of what my hands grab. James asks what I am doing. I tell him. I am going out to shut those damn dogs up.
I get my contacts in, I have clothes on and James is trying to talk me out of it. It's 1am. Those dogs have to have been barking for 20 minutes solid by now. I tell him I am going. I say they aren't shutting up and I will be damned if him and Will get up. James joins me. He has perfect vision and clothes on.
Out we go. Across the street are the dogs. We know this. But, it's very dark out. Where we live there are no street lamps. We have deer, raccoons and coyote. The only light we have to go by are the stars. The owners seem to be gone. James heads for the back yard. I try to follow but really, I can't see anything. Also, I realize I left the kids alone in the house. I start having visions of Keely waking up crying because she realizes I am gone. This in turn wakes Will up who goes crying through the house looking for us. As I stand there helpless I wonder where the hell my flashlight is. I also wonder what exactly I thought was going to do out there in pitch blackness.
I stay put. James finally triggers off a motion detector light. The dogs are just going at it. Bark, bark, bark. I am amazed no other neighbor is out there either. I go to the side of the house. James meets me. He doesn't know what to do. The dogs are loose and he can't capture them. I say I am going to see if the back door is unlocked. He tries to talk me out of it but I tell him I am not putting up with this anymore. We head to the back deck. The dogs are up there. We see a doggy door. We try to get them to go in on their own but they are noticeably freaked out. FYI, they are tiny wiener dogs. They huddle together darting between James and I. I am telling them to go in and snapping my fingers. James is inching closer and closer to them trying to determine if they bite. He grabs the docile one first and we get it in the door. The yipper is next. While I have him James is gathering boxes to shove in from of the dog door so they can't get out. The yipper is fighting the dog door. He has his paws splayed out so he can't go in. Luckily for me I have experience with children that don't want to do things and I beat his maneuvers. In he goes. Boxes get placed. Quiet and peace.
James and I run home and jump into bed shocked at what we just did. James is now too excited to sleep and I am at so much peace I finally can. We talk a few minutes about the brazen act we just did. He tells me how worried he was about the tenant coming out. I tell him I was ready to brawl right there.
The next day I went back to the deck and moved the boxes away from the door. The owner was still not home. I checked back a few hours later to see they were now in a corral.
The next day I was outside with Keely on my hip when the dog owner and some guy were dropped off by some woman. The dogs came tearing out of the car and ran right up our driveway. I yelled at them to leave and chased them to the street. I then told the owner his dogs woke up the neighborhood, my husband and my kids. I told him I didn't appreciate it. He apologized and said it wouldn't happen again. There was no discussion about boxes on the back porch.
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