Little Dog vs Big Shoe

This story has actually been developing over the past week but I find it so funny that I must share it with you.

Roughly a week ago the empty house next door to our apartment building became occupied. I am not sure if it's a family, a single guy, single girl, or just a couple but what I do know is that they brought along two dogs. One is a beautiful brown and white boxer that roams the yard and guards the gate. The other is a small black fur ball that slightly resembles the head of a mop and is completely useless.

I noticed it one night during one of my late night trips to the bathroom. That small black dog yaps non-stop. Fortunately for Nate he sleeps so sound that a fire alarm right next to his head couldn't wake him up. For me the next few nights I lay awake wondering how it's even possible that a dog can bark without stopping. Doesn't the little #$%# need to eat, pee or sleep anytime?

A few restless nights later Nate hears the dog. What happens next propels the story. I hear him angrily get out of bed and storm to the window. Sure enough you can see little #$%@ from out window just yapping away at the ocean. I smile slightly because now he has to suffer with me and I say, "that's the dog I have been talking about". I don't think he said anything back but he walked straight to my shoe rack and I immediately responded, "do not throw my shoes at the dog!"

Nate replied, "Oh I'm throwing a shoe" as he walked to his shoe rack. He return with a size 15 leather flip flop that he wore on our wedding day, opened the window and threw the shoe. Needless to say it missed the dog but it did make and impressive smacking sound on the ground. Finally we had about 10min of peace to drift back to sleep.

That morning I vowed to talk to GG about the situation. Mustering up the anger I rode the elevator down and before GG could even talk I went off about the dog next door. He convinced me to go over to the house with them to talk to the neighbors. Ugggh. I so did not want to do that but I was desperate. Luckily they did not answer but I was able to catch of glimpse of Nate's giant flip-flop in their yard.

The next day GG was able to get ahold of the neighbor who then agreed to keep the little #$%@ inside at night. Meaning I can only hear his non-stop yapping during the day. What-ever, I will take it.

Then one morning right after Nate leaves for work I get a phone call from him. He proceeds to tell me that the neighbors gave GG the flip-flop to give back to us. When GG asked Nate if the shoe was his Nate proceed to lie and say no..... as if anyone in Brazil has a size 15 US foot.... they barely make his shoe size in the US let alone Brazil where every male stands 6 inches shorter than Nate. So now that Nate and I have our stories straight I can lie right along with him. Ha- GG has to know we are liars.

Now the size 15 shoe resides alongside a rusty bike and an old clothes rack in our garage 8ft away from where we park. It stands as a constant reminder that we are liars and GG knows the truth. He won't throw away the shoe and we won't claim it. Ahhhh. It just makes me smile.

As of today I have no idea where the little black dog went. I no longer hear his yapping during the day and GG claims that the dog is gone. Maybe the owners realized how useless he was and gave him away to someone old lady who needed a lap dog. For now I enjoy my quite days with the sound of the ocean uninterrupted.

Tchau,
Sara