Well, at least she doesn't bark

Miss Layla and I have a new neighbor. The yips, whines, and howls that have been pouring through the paper-thin walls of this apartment complex indicate that said neighbor is a small dog of a particularly detestable breed (perhaps a chihuahua or a poodle). I just noticed these little annoyances today, so the dog must either be a new addition or a guest. I'd love it if the latter were true.

I've had a couple of epiphanies since hearing that dog an hour ago:
1. Sean is welcome to adopt any type of dog he wants, as long as he doesn't want anything other than a golden retriever, a husky, an Australian shepherd, or a sheltie.
2. I must remember to thank God more often for making me a cat person.