Evening all, and sending every good wish to you.
Some neighbours, just across the way, I.e. not adjacent, or even in the same road, but their back garden is around 20, 30 metres from us (excuse my vagueness) have got a lovely puppy, Stanley, a cockerpoo.
My Monday mornings are already a bit difficult, Mr P sets the alarm for 4am to get to Cardiff.
He keeps the noise to a minimum, having put his case in the spare room ready for packing, but of course I hear the shower running etc.
The neighbours always get up at 5am (God knows why!) and of course, let the dog out, which is to be expected.
But Stanley barks. And barks. And barks.
I am a dog lover, and although don't have one at the moment, I am strongly of the belief that well behaved dogs are a joy, badly behaved ones are a PITFA, hence being quite firm with Layla, my boss's 2 year old Lab, who is now a lovely, well mannered girl. Bilbo, at 15 is a lost cause on the manners front, but a dear old chap nonetheless
I am not the best of sleepers, and could really do without Stanley making his presence felt at a time when most people are sleeping, even if his owners choose to get up at 5am!
I like a harmonious life, and Stanley's owner is a receptionist at the local GP practice, and was kind enough to collect my prescription when I was without a car, but I really don't want to be woken up at 5am!
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