A Dog Barks....at 1 am, 2 am, etc

Yes, Animal Control has been called. Why?

For the past TWO WEEKS the asshole who lives beneath me has been unable (if not unwilling) to keep his dog quiet. A barking dog in an apartment as small as mine equals

1) the dog is stressed.

2) the dog is not being taken out on a regular basis, hence the stress.

3) the dog is sick, hungry, or otherwise neglected.

I watch Caesar Milan. DOGS NEED TO BE WALKED AND ATTENDED TO. THEY NEED TOYS, PARKS, WALKS, AND PLAY. My own father raised german shepherds upstate when he was a child through his teenage years. I think I know something about animals. I worked in a pet store. I've done volunteer work in Brooklyn and rescue work in NYC. I'm an animal lover. THAT IS WHY I CALLED 311 LAST NIGHT AT 12:51 AM AND PUT IN A COMPLAINT ABOUT THE ASSHOLE BENEATH ME. It's not about him. It's about the dog.

First, in my typical Stormtrooper fashion, I banged on his door. Asshole refused to open it and face me. Instead he spoke macho bullshit to me behind a lock. How manly!

If a dog is barking and someone is home, why don't you try to calm your dog down? Then, I walked up the stairs screaming about he should watch Animal Planet or The Dog Whisperer, and I get, "I never bother you when you're banging upstairs with the tv on. Maybe I'll come up and visit you more often?" I answered, "My door's always open. Come on in if you need to!"

Now, here's the stupid part of the argument. My noise at night is the same as anyone's in this building. You can hear the floorboards creak and the toilets flush. It's called living in a tenement apartment built in 1929. The walls and floors are paper-thin. However, once my noise stops (and within a reasonable hour), all is quiet and there are no cats wailing or yowling. People noise is not the same as a stressed-out dog barking. Noise is tolerated, as specifically stated in the lease (which Asshole obviously did not read) between the hours of 8 am and 10 pm. 12:51 am is LATE AT NIGHT, THEREFORE VIOLATING THE TERMS OF THE LEASE. Does it take a lawyer to know that? NO! READ THE DAMN LEASE.

Mind you, this asshole has only been living here since October. In those 5.5 months, he has managed to piss off his neighbor, my next-door neighbors, my superintendent and his wife, Kathy. Kathy, is like me: Irish and German. Except she is older, less tolerant of bullshit and has seen and done it all. Frankly, she is what I will most likely turn into by the age of 50. Loud, brash, and more frightening than anything Stephen King or Wes Craven could invent. I admire her greatly. This took time, but I realized that we have the same values. She did not take kindly to being referred as Hughie's (my super and her husband) 'ball and chain' this past summer before Asshole even moved in. This comment was made in front of other people who know Hughie and Kathy. You don't fuck with the people that will help you open a lock, fix plumbing, or unclog a toilet. Hughie refers to Asshole as "that piece of work", my neighbors refer to him as "Oh, yeah. THAT guy." No one likes him. I guess his dog doesn't either.

And now, neither do I. My complaint # has been filed. Asshole will get a letter in the mail from the city of NY stating on how to keep his dog quiet. I know he doesn't know how to keep his dog happy, because this is the only companionship he can find. Very much like the dickhead I live underneath. He beat his girlfriend to a pulp two summers ago. If you think I'm not big on animal neglect, ask me my opinion on domestic violence. I called the cops on him and he happens to be a cop himself. Do you think I cared? Ummm.....NO. Kicking your significant other around like a Brazilian at the World Cup doesn't sit well with me. He knows I called. Now he sheepishly avoids my gaze and has kept his love life (and his boxing skills) OUT of his apartment. I did not care that he is a member of law enforcement. I did not fear that he has a gun and might have turned on me. If I could battle pneumonia, survive almost being miscarried twice inside my own mother, chronic bronchitis, fibromyalgia, acne, cysts in my breasts and ovaries, and recurring staph infections when I was a kid? It's obvious that I, like my cats, have nine lives. A bullet would only take away another one of them. My life force and my will is THAT STRONG. Plus, I could sue him, I could sue the management company for leasing a place to an obvious mental defective, I could sue the NYPD for not properly profiling a member of their own psychologically, and then I'd go to the media. My rolodex is fat and full of names I took with me from my former job. He'd be a disgrace, and I'd be a survivor making the rounds of CNN, The Times, The Daily News, and maybe other talk show outlets. I wouldn't shut up. I'd be a damn celebrity. I'd make sure of it.

So why should I fear this asshole beneath me? From what I can see, he drives a truck. He told Hughie he has his own company, but when Hughie asked him about his "fleet", he said he only has one truck. That's not a company. That's you driving a truck. And keeping strange hours. Hours that your dog is neglected. Hours in the night when I don't see your lights on, or even see you in the hallway. I think I saw asshole walking this dog ONCE. At least dickhead above me takes his own dog out twice a day. Dickhead might not be nice to the women in his life, but he is nice to his dog. Asshole seems to neglect dogs and it's clear to me he hates women, given his lovely veiled "threat" and his 'ball and chain' comment. Through a locked door, no less. Oh, I'm soooo afraid. Don't you love cowards? Aren't they fun?

So, the City of NY has put the letter in the mail. We'll see what happens. I know housing court pretty well given my parents travails and my own journalism school trips, and if it gets to that? I'll see that he's either brought up on charges, evicted, or has the dog taken away from him. It's about the dog! Not Asshole!

I will stop at nothing anymore to ensure my own peace of mind and the province of sleep. I've had it with assholes, dickheads, and morons. PERIOD. Like Kathy says, "Don't fuck with the Irish. We're really not that nice in a fight."

To be continued...