I've read in the news recently that Jack Osborne, son of famous musician Ozzy Osborne and his wife Sharon has been diagnosed with MS after getting Optic Neuritis (large percentage loss of vision in either eye) which is how I was initially diagnosed.
Whilst you wouldnt wish this condition on your worst enemy, it's a shame that it can't be curable and those of us that have the condition have to take the good with the bad.
This now leads me onto my next blog......
BTW, Jack.. Good luck with your treatment, I hope it all goes alright for you..
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Sunday, June 24, 2012
This might get a bit personal... Read with caution!
I guess it's safe to reveal that, whilst not trying, Bloke and I recently encountered our first pregnancy.
At first I thought nothing of being "late" and it wasn't until I had a conversation about constipation (of all things!) with a dear friend who is going though IVF that the penny dropped that I could actually be pregnant.
I thought, "hang on... I am constipated" ssooooooo, then and only then did I put two and two together and got 46 chromosomes..
Now bare in mind that I thought that my plumbing didn't work. We knew that Bloke was in working order cause he has living, walking, driving, talking proof of that (albeit it was 21 years ago), I on the other hand had myself convinced that I didn't have what it would take to foster the environment for a foetus, little did I know!
The following day after a discussion with Bloke about the prospect of us being pregnant, I trudged down to the only Pharmacy in town wearing dark glasses and a hoody and after walking around for a while I figured I looked suspicious and decided to disguise my voice to ask the young lady behind the counter where they have hidden the pregnancy tests. I swear it's a conspiracy!
Home I go with little brown paper bag in hand, and with Bloke waiting nerviously in the loungeroom, I locked myself in the toilet armed with a little bit of stage fright and a good case of nerves. By what seemed like the 10 minute mark I managed to pee enough on the stick according to the instructions of which I read numberous times. NOTE: the top of the toilet paper roll is a great makeshift shelf for holding instructions.
So I place the stick on the floor between my feet and wait... and wait... and wait... "Are you ok in their Darl?"... I can see a positive sign and I wait and I wait and I wait.. I think at this point I am either waiting for the positive sign to become a negative again OR I am just frozen stiff in shock. It is winter, my arse could have been frozen to the toilet, but that's highly unlikely..
Eventually I managed to vacate the premises and walk into the lounge room with stick in hand, I had no words, I couldn't speak, I couldn't even say a thing to Bloke to sat patiently waiting for me to emerge from the toilet with an answer, eventually all I could do was to walk over and hand it to him, point at the positive sign and grunt. He's chuffed! So happy he is almost bursting at the seams! Me on the other hand am confused and shocked.
A visit to the GP a few days later confirmed that we were in fact 6 weeks pregnant and due on Australia Day!
So, we go through all the motions of making sure I am eating well, no more alcohol, lots of chocolate, no more soft cheeses or processed meats, boost my vitamin intake and take it easy until our 12 week scan in July.. I have never been pregnant before I didn't even know how to be pregnant! I was sure it couldn't be that hard!
I guess I could afford myself the chance to get a little bit excited about being a Mum, I guess I could allow myself a chance to get used to the fact that Bloke and I would share in the wonders of bringing a child into the world, thank god he had experience cause I was clueless!!
However I suppose as much as you try and as much as you start to get used to an alien growing inside you and the changes your body is going through and how your life is about to change it doesn't make it any easier when you discover that it is not to be and at 8 weeks we had a miscarriage. Devastated! Saddened! There was nothing I could do to prevent it, I was doing everything right but I guess it all boils down to "everything happens for a reason".. EVERYTHING! Even if it is heart wrenching.
Obviously baby wasn't ready for this world.. Baby had to be somewhere else.
I kinda thought that our first ultrasound would show a little blob and we would be able to hear a heartbeat, but it wasn't meant to be. So after going to see the radiologist for our first ultrasound only to find nothing and about 6 days of pain and 9 days bleeding we are going to give it another try and hope like hell that we don't ever have to go though that again.
I reflect on those women that I know that have been though a miscarriage multiple times, some have had up to 8 miscarriages trying to fall pregnant and to create a family and I think about my own experience and I think "it's gotta take a seriously strong and determined woman to go through that more than once".
I also reflect on those women who have gone through a miscarriage alone or without a supportive partner. The pain is sometimes debilitating and whilst I have never been through child birth I have been told that is what it's like.
To those women out there that have gone though a miscarriage more than once, I take my hat off to you, not only do you have to endure the pain, but the feeling of loss, failure that you feel within yourself and disappointment that goes through your mind.
I have learnt a few things from this unfortunate and sad occassion. I will perhaps be a little more thankful of what my body can do.. I will not be quite so shocked next time..
I will be aware that when I am in a waiting room bragging to my partner or parents about being pregnant and finding out the sex of baby that quite possibly somewhere within ear shot there could be a woman that has just got the sad news of losing her baby and she could well be grieving and the last thing she wants to hear is another woman beaming about her first scan. But on the other hand I will be happy for that woman.
But that being said, I will be even more thankful that I have my loving partner beside me with his arm around me hugging me tightly against him and reassuring me that we'll be successful next time. Cause we will!
At first I thought nothing of being "late" and it wasn't until I had a conversation about constipation (of all things!) with a dear friend who is going though IVF that the penny dropped that I could actually be pregnant.
I thought, "hang on... I am constipated" ssooooooo, then and only then did I put two and two together and got 46 chromosomes..
Now bare in mind that I thought that my plumbing didn't work. We knew that Bloke was in working order cause he has living, walking, driving, talking proof of that (albeit it was 21 years ago), I on the other hand had myself convinced that I didn't have what it would take to foster the environment for a foetus, little did I know!
The following day after a discussion with Bloke about the prospect of us being pregnant, I trudged down to the only Pharmacy in town wearing dark glasses and a hoody and after walking around for a while I figured I looked suspicious and decided to disguise my voice to ask the young lady behind the counter where they have hidden the pregnancy tests. I swear it's a conspiracy!
Home I go with little brown paper bag in hand, and with Bloke waiting nerviously in the loungeroom, I locked myself in the toilet armed with a little bit of stage fright and a good case of nerves. By what seemed like the 10 minute mark I managed to pee enough on the stick according to the instructions of which I read numberous times. NOTE: the top of the toilet paper roll is a great makeshift shelf for holding instructions.
So I place the stick on the floor between my feet and wait... and wait... and wait... "Are you ok in their Darl?"... I can see a positive sign and I wait and I wait and I wait.. I think at this point I am either waiting for the positive sign to become a negative again OR I am just frozen stiff in shock. It is winter, my arse could have been frozen to the toilet, but that's highly unlikely..
Eventually I managed to vacate the premises and walk into the lounge room with stick in hand, I had no words, I couldn't speak, I couldn't even say a thing to Bloke to sat patiently waiting for me to emerge from the toilet with an answer, eventually all I could do was to walk over and hand it to him, point at the positive sign and grunt. He's chuffed! So happy he is almost bursting at the seams! Me on the other hand am confused and shocked.
A visit to the GP a few days later confirmed that we were in fact 6 weeks pregnant and due on Australia Day!
So, we go through all the motions of making sure I am eating well, no more alcohol, lots of chocolate, no more soft cheeses or processed meats, boost my vitamin intake and take it easy until our 12 week scan in July.. I have never been pregnant before I didn't even know how to be pregnant! I was sure it couldn't be that hard!
I guess I could afford myself the chance to get a little bit excited about being a Mum, I guess I could allow myself a chance to get used to the fact that Bloke and I would share in the wonders of bringing a child into the world, thank god he had experience cause I was clueless!!
However I suppose as much as you try and as much as you start to get used to an alien growing inside you and the changes your body is going through and how your life is about to change it doesn't make it any easier when you discover that it is not to be and at 8 weeks we had a miscarriage. Devastated! Saddened! There was nothing I could do to prevent it, I was doing everything right but I guess it all boils down to "everything happens for a reason".. EVERYTHING! Even if it is heart wrenching.
Obviously baby wasn't ready for this world.. Baby had to be somewhere else.
I kinda thought that our first ultrasound would show a little blob and we would be able to hear a heartbeat, but it wasn't meant to be. So after going to see the radiologist for our first ultrasound only to find nothing and about 6 days of pain and 9 days bleeding we are going to give it another try and hope like hell that we don't ever have to go though that again.
I reflect on those women that I know that have been though a miscarriage multiple times, some have had up to 8 miscarriages trying to fall pregnant and to create a family and I think about my own experience and I think "it's gotta take a seriously strong and determined woman to go through that more than once".
I also reflect on those women who have gone through a miscarriage alone or without a supportive partner. The pain is sometimes debilitating and whilst I have never been through child birth I have been told that is what it's like.
To those women out there that have gone though a miscarriage more than once, I take my hat off to you, not only do you have to endure the pain, but the feeling of loss, failure that you feel within yourself and disappointment that goes through your mind.
I have learnt a few things from this unfortunate and sad occassion. I will perhaps be a little more thankful of what my body can do.. I will not be quite so shocked next time..
I will be aware that when I am in a waiting room bragging to my partner or parents about being pregnant and finding out the sex of baby that quite possibly somewhere within ear shot there could be a woman that has just got the sad news of losing her baby and she could well be grieving and the last thing she wants to hear is another woman beaming about her first scan. But on the other hand I will be happy for that woman.
But that being said, I will be even more thankful that I have my loving partner beside me with his arm around me hugging me tightly against him and reassuring me that we'll be successful next time. Cause we will!
What would you do for love?
How could anyone in their right mind compare Brynne Edelstein to Lara Bingle?
It must have been a slow news day for The Daily Telegraph..
I was only thinking the other day that we hadn't heard anything from Geoffrey or Brynne.
I would be more inclined to compare Brynne to me.. I am the country version though.. Hangon, let me get this right, I am the lower budget country version.
She moved across the world for the man she loves.
I moved across the state for the man I love.
She likes fine food and wine, I like fine food and wine on a budget.
I wonder how she made new friends when she moved to a new home. I mean she is probably surrounded my hundreds of people, most of them wanting to become her friend for who she is and what she has since she married Geoff. How would she find a “genuine”friend who likes her for her sense of humour or taste in movies or just for her conversation?
That being said, she probably hasn’t got a true friend to hang out with other than Geoff. She does go home to the states every three (3) months to see her family. I don't even see my family that often and I live a six (6) hour drive away. Maybe I need to make more of an effort.
I wonder how she gets on with Geoffrey’s kids...
If she was my friend, I wonder what I would cook if her and Geoffrey “popped over for supper”. My famous Lasagne with a salad on our old wooden dining table that has scratches, bumps and marks with the dogs protesting at the backdoor (like they always do cause they can smell foods) and the cats weaving themselves around her toned legs and designer high heels that are worth more than my ENTIRE wardrobe (including work supplied uniform). Would she mind if I wore a pair of jeans, tshirt and my fleecy slippers to dinner? Or would that be out of the question?
Having just written all of this, I am so thankful for the (modest) life that I have and I am sure to hell she is too. I am sure that we have both done it tough financially, we know what it’s like to struggle, and I appreciate what we have.
In the long run, I guess it all comes down to the power love.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Crikey, that's just crackers!
Recently I have been on a bit of a health kick and have been having a few things (like “chicken in a tin”) on crackers.
Whilst shopping at Safeway I discovered a new cracker product from one of our much loved Aussie biscuit company's..
Now, I LOVE their products for lunch (especially the sesame seed version) so I thought I’d give this a try after all the packaging makes the crackers look SO tasty with the tuna, tomato, cucumber, lettuce and stuff on it and it’s advertised as “bursting with nutty taste and goodness”, “satisfying” and “easy to eat”. Now, in MY opinion something that is “satisfying” and “easy to eat” is chocolate.. So, considering I LOVE chocolate I thought I’d LOVE these...
Some examples of what I DON’T consider satisfying or easy to eat are:
1.Cat/dog poo (or any poo for that matter)
2.Cardboard
3.Car tyres
4.Glass
5.Metal bolts (or any other metal for that matter)
6.Coriander (yeah that is a bit of left field but I think it is warranted in this list.. In fact let’s add eggplant too)
7.Eggplant (and eggs!)
8.Eggs
9.Witchetty grubs and Earth worms
10.I think I am done with this list.
Now, whilst I am not here to bad mouth this new range from a very popular and long standing Aussie product, I think that they CAN DO BETTER!
Sitting in the office kitchen, armed with Philly cheese and a tin of “chicken in a tin” I am eager to find out what they taste like only to be left disappointed (and hungry)..
Now, colloquially I would be referred to as a “bird” however, in this case I can assure you I am not the kind of bird that eats cardboard... This product is dreadful beyond comprehension. It is bland, doesn't even smell nice, tough as old leather and I reckon you’d get more enjoyment out of eating the box it comes in.. It certainly looks more appealing.
So, here are 10 good uses for the Soy Linseed and Sesame Lunch Crackers:
3.Dog Chew Toy
9.Insulation for a home or shed
I will admit that on their packaging they do claim that these crackers are “100% natural and high in fibre”.. I guess they have to tell the truth about something right?
Whilst shopping at Safeway I discovered a new cracker product from one of our much loved Aussie biscuit company's..
Now, I LOVE their products for lunch (especially the sesame seed version) so I thought I’d give this a try after all the packaging makes the crackers look SO tasty with the tuna, tomato, cucumber, lettuce and stuff on it and it’s advertised as “bursting with nutty taste and goodness”, “satisfying” and “easy to eat”. Now, in MY opinion something that is “satisfying” and “easy to eat” is chocolate.. So, considering I LOVE chocolate I thought I’d LOVE these...
Some examples of what I DON’T consider satisfying or easy to eat are:
1.Cat/dog poo (or any poo for that matter)
2.Cardboard
3.Car tyres
4.Glass
5.Metal bolts (or any other metal for that matter)
6.Coriander (yeah that is a bit of left field but I think it is warranted in this list.. In fact let’s add eggplant too)
7.Eggplant (and eggs!)
8.Eggs
9.Witchetty grubs and Earth worms
10.I think I am done with this list.
Now, whilst I am not here to bad mouth this new range from a very popular and long standing Aussie product, I think that they CAN DO BETTER!
Sitting in the office kitchen, armed with Philly cheese and a tin of “chicken in a tin” I am eager to find out what they taste like only to be left disappointed (and hungry)..
Now, colloquially I would be referred to as a “bird” however, in this case I can assure you I am not the kind of bird that eats cardboard... This product is dreadful beyond comprehension. It is bland, doesn't even smell nice, tough as old leather and I reckon you’d get more enjoyment out of eating the box it comes in.. It certainly looks more appealing.
So, here are 10 good uses for the Soy Linseed and Sesame Lunch Crackers:
1.A square Frisbee
2.Coffee mug coaster
3.Dog Chew Toy
4.Kitchen sponge
5.Kindling for a fire
6.Bird food
7.Ninja weapon
8.A wedge for a wobbly table
9.Insulation for a home or shed
10.Note pad (with the aid of a Sharpie Pen and you can use the black linseeds as full stops)
I will admit that on their packaging they do claim that these crackers are “100% natural and high in fibre”.. I guess they have to tell the truth about something right?
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Vale Kristian Anderson
He was famous producing a YouTube video tribute to his wife Rachel for her birthday..
What a purely romantic gesture, and if you are like me, when you watch it, you cry..
Sadly Kristian Anderson lost his battle with bowel cancer on Monday 2nd January 2012 , he died far too young, and although he fought hard against this disease it won. He died at peace, but left his loving wife and two children behind and believed in God until the end.
I know that religion always seems to raise its head during dreadful occurances such as this, but if there was/is a God, why would he/she take someone who has SO much to live for?
Recently a new friend I have made in my new country community lost her Mum and Step Dad in a nasty motor vehicle accident. The deceased was so young, so full of life had found love and was happy... Once again, I ask the question.. WHY?
Not that this post is about me, but I have to remember that I asked myself the same question when I was diagnosed with MS. WHY? Why did it have to be a condition that effected my brain.. My BRAIN! The only thing that cannot be replaced, transplanted, mended, patched up and sewen back together. I am the same age as Kristian..
Please take the time to watch this tribute to Kristian or even take the time to read his blog that you will find a link to (I have been following his journey with Cancer) - http://howthelightgetsin.net/
http://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/entertainment/sydney-confidential/oprahs-sadness-over-kristian/story-e6frewz0-1226236983083
The YouTube video that started it all..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A58po6ZgEqQ&feature=related
Now, hold your family and loved ones just that little bit closer and appreciate..
Lots o' love
Sal
What a purely romantic gesture, and if you are like me, when you watch it, you cry..
Sadly Kristian Anderson lost his battle with bowel cancer on Monday 2nd January 2012 , he died far too young, and although he fought hard against this disease it won. He died at peace, but left his loving wife and two children behind and believed in God until the end.
I know that religion always seems to raise its head during dreadful occurances such as this, but if there was/is a God, why would he/she take someone who has SO much to live for?
Recently a new friend I have made in my new country community lost her Mum and Step Dad in a nasty motor vehicle accident. The deceased was so young, so full of life had found love and was happy... Once again, I ask the question.. WHY?
Not that this post is about me, but I have to remember that I asked myself the same question when I was diagnosed with MS. WHY? Why did it have to be a condition that effected my brain.. My BRAIN! The only thing that cannot be replaced, transplanted, mended, patched up and sewen back together. I am the same age as Kristian..
Please take the time to watch this tribute to Kristian or even take the time to read his blog that you will find a link to (I have been following his journey with Cancer) - http://howthelightgetsin.net/
http://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/entertainment/sydney-confidential/oprahs-sadness-over-kristian/story-e6frewz0-1226236983083
The YouTube video that started it all..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A58po6ZgEqQ&feature=related
Now, hold your family and loved ones just that little bit closer and appreciate..
Lots o' love
Sal
A letter to a temporary Australian
Dear Motorcycle Enthusiast
I know when you have finished work for the day and heading to the gym (or "beat" which is yet to be established) for a work out. Well, I assume you work; you would have to as to be able to afford not only the fuel for your piece of "muscle machinery", but also the parts, tyres and blown engines of which I am sure there are a few going by your riding style.
I do appreciate the wakeup call at 1540 hours almost every afternoon when I can hear you accelerate around the roundabout which is approximately 800m from my office. It reminds me that I haven’t had my afternoon coffee and I should probably wee.
Then I assume once you have mastered the roundabout successfully, your attempt to become airborne from the speed you do along the road every afternoon is thwarted by having to go over the cattlegrid at the gateway to my office and your "beat", but, don’t give up I am sure one day you will succeed, with or without still being firming seated on your piece of machinery. Please note that should you become disengaged from your bike, the fact that I have advanced first aid will be completely useless considering the speed and velocity involved when you encounter the cattlegrid. Don’t worry if I hear the crash I’ll make sure I dial 000 before leaving the office or maybe just the morgue to give them a heads up on your “belly up”.
Whilst I am sure that you LOVE your piece of machinery and you enjoy riding it around our small town, I personally am not a fan. Perhaps it’s not your machine that I am not a fan of, perhaps it is your “attempt” at riding it that I am not fond of.
I am not sure if you revv the engine because:
1. It’s idling too low and you’re afraid it will cut out on you (I’ll happily refer you to a good mechanic)
2. You’re deaf and you NEED TO HEAR THE ENGINE.
3. You get off on the vibrations of the engine between your legs
4. It’s just a part of being a motorcycle enthusiast
5. You revv the engine to let me/whoever know you are coming
6. It’s your calling card
7. LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!
If you ride like this around your home, you must be really popular with the neighbours. If I only encounter you a few times a week and I want to slash your tyres I’d hate to think what your neighbours want to do to your prized piece of metal. Personally I am tempted to get one of our trucks and park you in, your bike would be no match for a 6 tonne fully laden truck.
Hear you soon!
Lots o'Love
The chick next door.
I know when you have finished work for the day and heading to the gym (or "beat" which is yet to be established) for a work out. Well, I assume you work; you would have to as to be able to afford not only the fuel for your piece of "muscle machinery", but also the parts, tyres and blown engines of which I am sure there are a few going by your riding style.
I do appreciate the wakeup call at 1540 hours almost every afternoon when I can hear you accelerate around the roundabout which is approximately 800m from my office. It reminds me that I haven’t had my afternoon coffee and I should probably wee.
Then I assume once you have mastered the roundabout successfully, your attempt to become airborne from the speed you do along the road every afternoon is thwarted by having to go over the cattlegrid at the gateway to my office and your "beat", but, don’t give up I am sure one day you will succeed, with or without still being firming seated on your piece of machinery. Please note that should you become disengaged from your bike, the fact that I have advanced first aid will be completely useless considering the speed and velocity involved when you encounter the cattlegrid. Don’t worry if I hear the crash I’ll make sure I dial 000 before leaving the office or maybe just the morgue to give them a heads up on your “belly up”.
Whilst I am sure that you LOVE your piece of machinery and you enjoy riding it around our small town, I personally am not a fan. Perhaps it’s not your machine that I am not a fan of, perhaps it is your “attempt” at riding it that I am not fond of.
I am not sure if you revv the engine because:
1. It’s idling too low and you’re afraid it will cut out on you (I’ll happily refer you to a good mechanic)
2. You’re deaf and you NEED TO HEAR THE ENGINE.
3. You get off on the vibrations of the engine between your legs
4. It’s just a part of being a motorcycle enthusiast
5. You revv the engine to let me/whoever know you are coming
6. It’s your calling card
7. LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!
If you ride like this around your home, you must be really popular with the neighbours. If I only encounter you a few times a week and I want to slash your tyres I’d hate to think what your neighbours want to do to your prized piece of metal. Personally I am tempted to get one of our trucks and park you in, your bike would be no match for a 6 tonne fully laden truck.
Hear you soon!
Lots o'Love
The chick next door.
One big bag of fruit..
They say when you move to the country you are supposed to eat a lot of peaches.. According to the song...
You know what, I have had more nectarines, grapes (of both fresh and pressed state) and apples than I have had peaches, but life is still pretty “peachy” down here!
I guess considering we are in a winery region I could take up grape picking, but Bloke assures me it's hard work in the heat of summer. I've given it some thought and I reckon I'll give it a wide berth.
I am missing having a huge variety of fresh fruit and veg available at Flemington Markets or at my local fruit and veg market.. The nearest large fruit and veg place is a 40 minute drive to our nearest large city.
Never the less, I started our vegetable garden on the weekend and we already have babies pushing their little green heads through the soil, I just have to keep the grass short to deter any nasties of the legless reptilian variety.
Peach out!
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
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2,265 page views.... From countries all over the world...
Gotta love stats... The question is: What makes my blog so interesting?
Eitherway, that's pretty good... I am glad people find my random ramblings so interesting..
Thank you readers!!!!!
Gotta love stats... The question is: What makes my blog so interesting?
Eitherway, that's pretty good... I am glad people find my random ramblings so interesting..
Thank you readers!!!!!
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Dear Neighbour..
Dear Neighbour,
You may or may not be aware that your dog barks constantly ALL day when you are not home. Now, I am no Caesar Milan - Dog Whisperer, but I'll hazard a few guesses as to why he/she is barking;
For the purpose of the rest of this letter I will now refer to your dog as "Rowdy" mostly because I do not know if it is a him or her and "Rowdy" is appropriate and easy to write when referring to your dog.
Whilst I have not made a formal complaint to the Council I can tell you we, as your neighbours, are not far off it.
To put it bluntly, "Rowdy" is a nuisance and "Rowdy's" constant incessant non stop irritating barking is driving us all around the bend.
Frankly, I am sick of having to leave my own home for peace and quiet and I can't afford to go shopping all the time just to get away from the barking - my credit card just can't take the pressure and I am well over going to the movies or the pub, mostly because I am sick of being picked up by unsavory drunken locals that look as though they could do with a good bath in a metric tonne of Dettol, especially considering I am too old and hitched. However, on that note you really should check out the local Pub, it's new and improved and they have a good steak deal on Tuesday night or keep an eye out for a shop a docket which gets you your second meal for only $5!!! However, please take "Rowdy" with you so we don't have to listen to the barking.
I am not sure what you can do with "Rowdy's" barking, but FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, please try!
Lots of love
Us!
You may or may not be aware that your dog barks constantly ALL day when you are not home. Now, I am no Caesar Milan - Dog Whisperer, but I'll hazard a few guesses as to why he/she is barking;
- Classic case of separation anxiety
- He/She could just be hungry
- Was a politician in a previous life
- Has something to say and the WHOLE WORLD needs to know about it
- Likes to sing doggy tunes to other doggies
- Is trying to chat up the neighbours dog cause "he/she sounds cute"
- Trying out for "Australia's Got Talent"
- Is loud n' proud
For the purpose of the rest of this letter I will now refer to your dog as "Rowdy" mostly because I do not know if it is a him or her and "Rowdy" is appropriate and easy to write when referring to your dog.
Whilst I have not made a formal complaint to the Council I can tell you we, as your neighbours, are not far off it.
To put it bluntly, "Rowdy" is a nuisance and "Rowdy's" constant incessant non stop irritating barking is driving us all around the bend.
Frankly, I am sick of having to leave my own home for peace and quiet and I can't afford to go shopping all the time just to get away from the barking - my credit card just can't take the pressure and I am well over going to the movies or the pub, mostly because I am sick of being picked up by unsavory drunken locals that look as though they could do with a good bath in a metric tonne of Dettol, especially considering I am too old and hitched. However, on that note you really should check out the local Pub, it's new and improved and they have a good steak deal on Tuesday night or keep an eye out for a shop a docket which gets you your second meal for only $5!!! However, please take "Rowdy" with you so we don't have to listen to the barking.
I am not sure what you can do with "Rowdy's" barking, but FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, please try!
Lots of love
Us!
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