It's official: time to pack away the dog whistles and enjoy the silence. It took longer than we thought, and apparently that first move was them just breaking down their tree house and/or fort, but the final moving truck loaded up the last of the furniture this morning and pulled away.
We can finally retire these guys:
Now, before all you dog lovers start hating- keep in mind they had crammed 3 rottweilers into a 1,700 square foot condo. I am not the bad guy here. And to be fair, I think these dog whistles annoyed me more than the dogs. For the record, it turns out that dog whistles don't work through ceilings. They do, however, emit a sound that is not a silent as you think so I got to enjoy dogs pounding around as well as my husband blowing a whistle right next to my ears.
Our new neighbors (three sisters) move in next week and after I put in some quality time Google-stalking them, here is what we now know:
Sister #1: Pharmaceutical rep.
Sister #2: Either in advertising or in the LFL. What is the LFL you ask? Why it's the Lingerie Football League.
Sister #3: A freaking CHILD CARE SPECIALIST who most likely wants to babysit for us all the time. Maybe even for free, since that is the neighborly thing to do.