Dogs Barking (and no, not just my feet).

It has occurred to me that I just do not understand how the owner of a dog who barks incessantly in an urban neighborhood at all hours of the day and night can live with themselves and said dog and NOT feel completely awful and alienated and shunned from their neighborhood.

Proof, I suppose, that many people just don't give a damn. But really, what is the point of having a pet who is so clearly unhappy with it's situation in life (YOUR life) that it cannot stop barking?

Luckily it's cool enough for windows open in the living room but warm enough to turn the air on low in the bedroom to sleep. And I won't have to listen to the damn dog.

And I am certainly getting to bed early, too. I was at a "Networking Happy Hour" all night, and wore my heels ALL day (with a considerable amount of walking and lots of standing), so these dogs are barking for sure. At least tomorrow is casual Friday ;) NO evil heels for me!

I tell you, too, networking is also a bit overrated. Living in the world's biggest small town and putting people in a room with an open bar and sufficient hors d'oeuvres means that people are just going to behave like college kids at best and no real business relationships will be formed. A hella big waste of time and $ if you ask me. But no one asked me. I am at the bottom of the totem pole, so basically I just get told. So it goes.