Where's Winston? Can you find me buried in my pillow fortress?
Hello, Winstonites. I’m sorry I haven’t updated in a couple of days. I’ve been moping around due to an extremely traumatic event that occurred on the evening of January 30, 2012. It all started with Pet #1 and I enjoying silly YouTube videos and fresh air on our balcony (she took a shower and forgot to close the bathroom door, hence the apartment was hot and murky). Moments later, our neighbor (the weird guy who lives right next to us and only leaves his apartment to go to work–I think he might be addicted to internet pornography, but I’ll get to that another time) comes waltzing down the stairs. His footsteps prompt my nervous Chihuahua “yips” and Pet #1 tries to scoop me up, but her actions are halted by the vicious neighbor’s response. With great disdain in his voice, said neighbor mutters “Shuuut up” (emphasis on the uhhhh). And it wasn’t just an annoyed response to a pup barking at a man having a bad day. It was an I-hear-you-barking-and-whining-every-day-and-I-fantasize-about-killing-you-when-you’re-home-alone response. This man had so much pent-up hostility and aggression that even Pet #1 was terrified. She immediately curled into a ball on the chair so he wouldn’t see her feet dangling and know that she had heard his cruel words. We were truly stunned and still are. My pets and I have been walking on eggshells trying to be quieter now. We realize that we keep late hours and I’m a noisy little puppy, however that is part of being a petowner/pet. I just hope to avoid another run in with the terrifying neighbor. I wonder if he was the mysterious knocker?
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