My neighbour
Once a week, usually on Sunday morning, I hear the man in the flat above mine emptying what sounds like a sack full of empty bottles into his dustbin. I don’t know if they are what he has accumulated through the week, or just the spent containers of Saturday night’s consumption.I think his son lives with him, so he may be responsible for some of the glass that goes into the bin, or all of it for all I know.
I don’t think my upstairs neighbour and I like each other very much. I sense it in his attitude towards me, and I sense it in my attitude towards him. In the three years I have been here, I don’t think we have spoken to each other more than three or four times. The last time we spoke was when he was waiting outside for me to come home, he wanted to complain about my dog’s yapping in the daytime while I was at work. The sound carries upstairs very effectively through the boxing that encloses some pipe work, apparently. It was a very yappy dog and always had been, so I assume the problem had existed ever since I moved in; three years. If so, it must be the most remarkable instance of irony I have ever come across. To wait three years to complain about my dog, and then choose the day before it died to do it, is something that -as they say- you couldn’t make up. When I told him the dog was very ill and probably wouldn’t be around much longer it rather took the wind out of his sails.
If we don’t have a reason to communicate, which thankfully we never do, my neighbour and I tend to avoid each other. I certainly prefer this to any possible conflict. Not so much because we are neighbours and have to coexist, but more, I think, because he is significantly bigger and younger than I am.
Comments (39)
Although I have little affection for my upstairs neighbour, I could totally see his point; constant dog barking is very annoying. I'm just glad he didn't complain earlier, because there is absolutely nothing I could have done about it.
I agree, Hoober. but, as you said, there's really nothing to be done when we're at work. It would have been nice if I could have brought him to the office.
I have the best neighbor in the world. We greet each other but that is as far as it goes. I know his surname only because the mailman delivered his mail to me once.
Ah, the empty bottles!
Hmm, maybe he needs something to dull the noise of a yapping dog
Much and all as I love dogs, if a dog was barking continuously, I would be fit to murder the owner.
A dog that barks all day is suffering from separation anxiety and there are ways to train them out of it.
So you will just have to deal with the bottle jangle as payment
Although my neighbour does look capable of murder, fortunately for me, a barking dog must not be enough to provoke him into it. Although, had the situation continued, who knows?
Just thank your lucky stars you are not my neighbour
How would you like to be locked in a place all day on your own and not being able to get out.
I think your dog wanted the neighbour to have that word with you. And I think the dog wanted you to apologize for its behaviour on behalf of your dog. It's just a thought. Otherwise why after 3 years just before the day he died?
Dogs are caring creatures. He must have known that he was irritating the neighbour.
Nice read.
I have even thought of one of those high pitched whistles to stop dog from barking, but must find out how it effects dogs eardrums first,.
Here you go Sargent