I want to find a quiet place

So there’s the rude neighbor giving The Curmudgeon fits because his music is so loud we can’t have the house open on such a nice cool day.

Later the music was still extremely loud, The Curmudgeon was trying to sleep, and he called the police on them.

Yes, he goes to bed early but he has to because he’s exhausted.

Battling secondary progressive Multiple Sclerosis 24/7 is a tiring job he never asked to have. There were no interviews, no applications. Nope. The job was thrust upon him.

Then there are all the idiots who are setting of fireworks and making Lucy a wreck. Gee, thanks you knuckle dragging imbeciles.

HPIM4962I is going to hide in my crate forever.


About doggonedmysteries

Agented Mystery Writer, Bull Terrier owner --we have two, Avid gardener.

Posted on July 3, 2016, in Misc and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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