This week’s topic is an angry letter to anyone or anything we want. I thought for a long time about the subject of this letter, and last night while I was trying to fall asleep, it came to me. Gizmo.
Gizmo is my neighbor’s dog. I can’t get a picture of Gizmo without looking super creepy and stalkery, so we’ll just substitute in this one:
The Gizmo that lives next door is not that cute. He (or she) is some sort of tiny mutt that’s black and white (dirty, dingy white), with a Mohawk. But not even a cute Mohawk. It’s a dumb Mohawk. The neighbors (otherwise known has Creepy Old Dude and his Wife) tie Gizmo to the front door to let it out, which ends up being next to our drive way. So when we park and get out of the car, we are treated to a lots of high-pitched, angry barking. Or, when we go out on our front porch. Or take our dog out at night for a last bathroom break. Or, as happened last night that prompted this post, our dog and Gizmo saw each other through our living window which started a barking/beagle howling battle at 10:30 at night. Awesome.
I’ve never been a dog person per se, I’m more of one now that I have a dog. I’ve gotten to like many more of them in general.
I severely dislike Gizmo.
I guess this wasn’t so much of a angry letter. Here, I’ll end on a short one.
Dear Stupid Gizmo,
Don’t choke on a bone or anything.*
*I would like to point out that I would never wish or condone harm on an animal, but that is the most annoying little bastard of a dog.