Baru di Bali

Apart from several early posts, I have not said anything more about our neighbor from hell.

It’s not a good practice to say on a public blog that one’s neighbor is a big fat idiot.

However.

Our neighbor is a big fat idiot. And possibly dangerous, as people with a single working neuron can be.

This morning she came over to complain that our German shepherd was barking too loudly last night.

Now, German shepherds are smart. Unlike Balinese dogs…unlike the several hundred or so Balinese dogs living and barking in a quarter mile radius of our village (to the Balinse, the barking of dogs is calming white noise)…German shepherds (at least ours) don’t bark at the moon, and they don’t bark at other dogs barking at the moon. In fact, when Kazu was barking last night, I went out to investigate. Guess who she was barking at? Our neighbor from hell’s mutt, who had trespassed into our garden. It finally took an hour to shoo her out.

I pointed this out to her. I said that with several hundred dogs barking at night, what is one more? In fact, her dog yaps incessantly at every stray breeze.

“But Balinese dogs go arf-arf,” she says, “and your German shepherd goes woof-woof. You shall stop it, please.”