That would be the correct spelling of the word.
If you live in a city, you are bound to have neighbours. Some of them are utter asswipes, some are invisible, some will wave. Me, I’m mostly the invisible neighbour. I don’t wave. I won’t know my neighbours if I happen to drive over them one day, and they won’t know me either. Just the way I like it.
I might glare over their wall if their music’s a tad too loud, or go tell them to close their gate so their dogs can’t bother me, but otherwise, I’m mostly invisible.
I’ve been in my current sanctuary for the past 11 + years.
And now, I have new neighbours at the back of my property. Nice enough people, speak my language, also relatively invisible.
They have dogs. Like I do. Not their fault the dogs don’t seem to like living behind one another.
They have a huge Rhodesian Ridgeback and a bloody Spaniel – the world’s most scaly dog in my opinion.
I have a mongrel, biggish, and a mongrel, ratsized. The rat mongrel just can’t seem to leave the bloody dogs behind alone! All day, every day, she’s there. Patrolling the fence, hair raised, barking and lifting up and down as she does. For the past 2 hours, I’ve been listening to them carrying on and on and on and on… Whiny yips. Full throated barks, squeeky yaps, growls, long drawn out ones…
What to do? The biggish mongrel could not give two hoots. He just looks at this situation and moves right along.
There’s nothing for it but to buy her a gag 😉
Hope your evening is splendid!!
And, because I feel like running away more often than not, maybe you’d like to join. So come away with me…