Of course, I'm talking about our new neighbours. Haven't met the people yet but their dog has been out and about in his or her yard and has been yappa-dappa-doodaling-o-dandy all over the place. I'm not afraid of him or anything. I'm no scaredy-cat. Besides, he's kind of small. I'm pretty sure I could take him.
Yesterday morning, peep #1 was out there in the back garden, picking some flowers. Well, you should have heard the yapping. The moment that doggy saw my peep he started it up. And he didn't stop until his peeps took him inside. But my peep is so brave. So very, very brave. She stood her ground and just kept on picking. Yup. Didn't hesitate one bit. Not even for a second. Probably 'cause she knew the dog was in his yard and that she was in her - I mean my - yard so it's not like the yapper could do anything to her or anything. Plus, I was there... doing my peep protection patrol thing.
Just wait 'til the day when that ol' peep of mine goes picking flowers way at the back of her - I mean my - cutting garden. That'll put her right up against the property line. Oohhh... there will be yapping that day, for sure. They'll probably hear the yapping all the way up to the space station up in outer space. Then, maybe someone up there will start reading my blog! You hear that Houston?
You know, I think my peep and that dog are gonna get along just fine. He might be a yapper but my peep is a real caterwauler. You've heard how she goes to caterwauling practise every week, right? Yeah, she says she's going to Choral Society. I say that's just a fancy-shmancy, high fallootin' way of describing caterwauling.
And if any of you peeps out there reading my blog went to Theatre School with the peep and think you might come to the woman's defence when I describe her as a caterwauler... THINK AGAIN! You don't have to live with her! I do. I have to listen to her practise. Like practising is gonna help. It's a nightmare on Elm Street, for sure.
If caterwauling was made an Olympic sport, she would be winning medals left, right and centre. She'd be winning all those gold medals... all of them. Actually, they might even give her the gold, silver and bronze ones just 'cause everyone else would hear her caterwaul just once and give up right there and then. No one - and I mean no one - can caterwaul like my peep.
She should have gone to those old Olympics they're holding in London, this year. The United Kingdom would have been a very appropriate place to introduce caterwauling as an Olympic sport, I think. The only thing that comes close to the peep's caterwauling are those screeching bagpipes they've got over there. In fact, that would probably be her closest competition. On the other paw, I don't think that even they can sound that bad. Not nearly as bad as the peep and her caterwauling.
My peep can wake the dead with her caterwauling. Believe you me... you never want to let the peep caterwaul on Hallowe'en... too scary a thought to even contemplate. If you could see me right now, you'd see me shaking in my boots at the thought. That's if I had boots. Hey... if I did have boots, I'd be Puss-in-Boots! Hehehe...