Enough already!
Friday, February 02, 2007
For the past few days, some woman has been training her dog right underneath my bedroom window. Well, not exactly right underneath, because I am on the 4th floor, but it sounds like she is right underneath the window. I am simultaneously impressed and utterly at my wit's end. This woman has a voice that sounds like a female cookie monster, and, seriously, she is so loud.
This is what it sounds like:
Hey!
<Garbled dog's name>!
Kom!
<really loud whistle>
And then this cycle repeats about a dozen times without a pause.
At first, because I couldn't understand the dog's name, I didn't know what was going on. Was this some kind of sports practice and she was calling out drills? Was there a really unruly kid running around out there? Finally, this morning, as I was stubbornly trying to sleep in much longer than I should, I dragged myself out of bed to settle the issue.
It's a public path back there, and I doubt I have the talent required to yell irritably out of the window and make her rethink her ways, so I guess I just have to hope this dog is a really fast learner. So far, given the number of times this whole demonstration has taken place, I don't have very high hopes.
This is what it sounds like:
Hey!
<Garbled dog's name>!
Kom!
<really loud whistle>
And then this cycle repeats about a dozen times without a pause.
At first, because I couldn't understand the dog's name, I didn't know what was going on. Was this some kind of sports practice and she was calling out drills? Was there a really unruly kid running around out there? Finally, this morning, as I was stubbornly trying to sleep in much longer than I should, I dragged myself out of bed to settle the issue.
It's a public path back there, and I doubt I have the talent required to yell irritably out of the window and make her rethink her ways, so I guess I just have to hope this dog is a really fast learner. So far, given the number of times this whole demonstration has taken place, I don't have very high hopes.
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12:41 PM
Dog gone! Sounds like the trainer needs some training. If you get too desperate heave a meatball out the window. MAYBE the pooch is bright enough to run for food.