The neighbors are gone. They drove away in a big U-Haul with their car on a trailer behind it and two pain-in-the-ass dogs riding shotgun.
For close to five years I've been annoyed by those dogs and now they're gone.
I cried. I can't believe I cried.
I've saved them from the dogcatcher. I've saved them from traffic. I've refrained from killing them myself. I've broken into their house to put them inside out of the rain. I've fed and watered them when their people were out of town. I've been jumped on by them with muddy paws in my own back yard. And my front yard. They've stolen the food I put out for the feral cats. They murdered my pet opossum. They destroyed my fence. They barked during my favorite TV shows and too early in the morning. They crawled under the fence and stole my dog's toys. They came into my house and chased my cat. (Really, it was Ellynn's fault.)
Now they are on their way to Montana and I'll miss them.
Maybe I'm not as sour as I think I am. Or maybe I'm just nuts.Â