Be quiet.
I don’t want to offend anyone that has a dog. I know the dog people love their dogs, their dogs are their children, so on, etc. I don’t mind the dogs myself. What I do mind is the people in this apartment complex who think their dogs are so cute and charming. They seem to think that all the cuteness and charm makes it ok for them to talk to other dog people and their dogs with really loud baby talk at 8:30 on Saturday morning. Apparently, it’s ok to stand under everyone’s balcony, chatting and laughing about how cute their dogs are while the dogs stand around sniffing each other’s asses. Frankly, when I’ve just had a date with Tylenol P.M., the last thing I need is to have you wake me up at 8:30 on Saturday morning with your loud dog baby talk. Quiet, please or at least take it to the middle of the parking lot where the annoying sound of your voice won’t waft up to my bedroom window.
