The angry note...

Hmmm...

I am not happy.

It all started when I moved my car yesterday morning so that A could drive him Mum to the airport. I moved the car to our front verge, and upon getting out of said car I saw what looked like a note folded up. Of course being the spy demon I am, I grabbed the note in earnest, thinking I could be unravelling the start of something very sinister.

This is what I found.

Now there are a few possible scenarios.

1. This letter is not directed at me and Mr T, and simply happen to land on my verge by chance due to wind/cars/cyclists/runners/garbage truck etc.

2. This letter is not directed at me and Mr T, but rather a nearby hound which may have sounded like it was in our yard.

3. This letter IS directed at me and Mr T, but for a one off event where the author was particularly hungover and had a short fuse.

4. This letter IS directed at me and Mr T, and he is the serial barker on our street - you know, the dog that no one likes!

As I am not 100% on any of the above as the letter was not in my letterbox, I am not sure what to do, and am feeling a bit yuk. The last thing that I want is to piss off the neighbours and for T to receive the poison steak!

I think to be on the safe side I will leave T inside for a few days if A and I go out, and maybe install a baby gate so I don't end up with this situation again.

Any advice?

H x



UPDATE: Prior to publishing I found out that the note was not directed at T dog but another nearby pooch. I am still unimpressed - why can't people come and speak to you, face to face. Neighbours are supposed to have each other's backs...