Monday, May 08, 2006
STOP TEASING MY DOG.

i'm super pissed.
tears of rage are practically streaming down my cheeks as I bang each button on the keyboard.
i have endured years and years of this.
enough is enough.
I have endured these fifth-floor neighbours' kids for long enough. Teasing my dog is NOT a simple pleasure in life, let me tell you. These kids pass my house everyday to get to their home on the fifth floor (i live on the sixth), and my poor dog has been enduring daily evenings of teasing and harassing. Every dog has got to retaliate when they are being disturbed or ridiculed. I would too, if I were one. Each time those kids are approaching my house, they know that there's a dog in that particular house which will unfortunately be subjected to torment. They do it on purpose. My dog is teased on purpose.
Today was an irritable afternoon as usual. I heard the pounding footsteps of the kids fast approaching. Immediately I dropped the readers' digest issue I was reading and turned to watch how they were going to irritate me today. The first kid dashed past, taking a quick glance at my dog. Naturally, my dog rose from the spot on the gate and barked angrily. The kid imitated my dog, screaming and barking and laughing with glee.
Now for irritant number two. The irritant of irritants.
I wasn't very affected by the first kid, but the second one drove me to tears. He dashed past, looking at the dog and laughing.
Then, he ran back to my gate and stared at my barking dog, coming closer to it, watching it so that it would continue to bark.
I glared at him angrily. I was so angry that I clutched the popiah in my hand so tightly that it broke. I continued to glare. The kid didn't take notice of me; he just continued teasing my dog. Then, as my dog began to bark even more aggressively, banging at the gate, he ran off, making stupid loud imitations of my dog barking and whining, and laughing uproariously. His mother walked right past without even apologising to me or even looking into the house to check if anyone was in there. stupid.
I dashed to the door, whisked my poor dog away from the gate and slammed it. I don't care if the neighbours hear me venting my anger, they SHOULD hear it and do well to remember it. I screamed with rage, bits of popiah flying from my mouth in all directions. I can't take it anymore! My family has suffered enough! My dog has suffered the worst!
After howling with rage, I took my temperature.
Alas! My temperature had risen by 6 degrees to 37.6 degrees celcius! That's the highest temperature ever recorded for the past two days since I caught my fever!

A warning to those irritants:
The next time I see you ridiculing my dog again, I don't care if my parents around, neither do I care if YOUR parents are around; I will just slam that friggin' door right in front of your faces and SO BE IT.

Ha, ha, ha. *laughs dryly*