Is Your Guide Dog A Rock n Roll Hoochie Poo?

No, I am not talking about that kind of poo, the title of the blog is a play on the classic rock song Rock n Roll Hoochie Koo. Now that we got that out of the way. Since Nash and I moved out here to the boonies in the middle of nowhere Queens, we have been dealing with a lot of problems. I am not even sure if I could put them in order of most annoying, so today we will just address one that is pretty damn near the top. An Asshole Neighbor situation. The complex I am living in was definitely very poorly constructed. Now the wind isn’t going to blow it over, as today would have done so, but lets just say that if you are living below people that have absolutely no consideration of other living people, than you are going to hear everything. To quote George Costanza, “You know we’re living in a society!” The people that live above Nash and me have never heard that mantra!

The upstairs noise comes in all kinds, banging, bouncing of what sounds like a large marble, shuffle board sounds, constant construction sounds meaning hammering, sawing, and drilling. Yes, I have already considered that Dexter lives upstairs. I have taken the appropriate steps when dealing with an asshole neighbor situation. I tried speaking with them. They didn’t answer their door. I had security try speaking to them, they didn’t answer their door. I spoke to the apartment complex board, that did nothing. I even called the police to file a noise complaint, and well, I got a response that the police did a drive by and didn’t hear anything. Yeah, that did a lot. I feel that I have exhausted all the proper channels. Now it is time to quote Alice Cooper, No More Mr. Nice Guy!

Today I tried an alternative take, as I hooked my iPhone up to my portable speakers, and turned the volume all the way up. The good news this drowned out any sounds from the upstairs neighbors. The bad news, Nash is not a fan of loud Rock n Roll Music. I don’t think Nash is a Bang Your Head kind of a dog, and he definitely didn’t appreciate me blasting Aerosmith’s Dream On, and singing along to it. Than again, I am not a great singer, so maybe my singing is what Nash didn’t appreciate. I finally blasted Alice Cooper’s No More Mr. Nice Guy, and tried getting Nash in to it, but he is not a fan of loud music. So while I thought this might have been a strike against the neighbors, I am not sure it is going to work for Nash. I think for my next move, I am going to have to look in to some ear plugs for the little guy, because I am looking for the loudest air horn I can find, and I figure a few times of blasting that at two in the morning when the neighbors have no consideration for me might be what the doctor ordered, but I definitely will want to protect the little guys ears first.

I think Nash even gave me a look of you damn kids with your Rock n Roll. I am guessing that Nash would have liked that town in Footloose, and I’m talking about the original Footloose. Did anyone actually see the remake, and if so why? Nash would like a town of no music and dancing. I can at least agree with him on the second part.

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