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Things That Get Me All Riley-ed Up

June 18, 2010

Uno.  Down on the corner I have a neighbor B.  Neighbor B has a dog Riley.  Who ought to be called Soon-To-Be-Dead Riley.  Because my not-so-responsible neighbor B leaves Riley outside unattended and unleashed!  Who does that?  Five times now I have watched Riley run across the street to come play with Chloe.  Each time I have strongly suggested that B use a leash to protect this little dog.  I’ve said it nicely, jokingly, gently, diplomatically and sweetly. 

This morning the gloves came off.  I was walking Chloe and Matty (I’m dogsitting this week).  All of a sudden STBD Riley comes and joins us, crossing the street to do so.  Neighbor B is NOWHERE to be found.  I figure that STBDR is safer with us than on her own, so I keep walking and she tags along with us.   I won’t even discuss the fact that she distracted Chloe and Matty and kept them from peeing.  Or the fact that she pooped while with us and I had to pick it up.  What I will mention is that STBDR walked with us for about 10 minutes.  As we get back to her home I see Neighbor B looking for her.  After I get his attention he calls me his “savior” and says that he “just let her out for a minute.”


I couldn’t hold it in any longer.  I wasn’t mean towards him, but I let him know that  his actions were endangering STBDR.  And I told him that while I wanted to remain friends with him and have the dogs play together, I would call Animal Control and report him if I saw STBDR off-leash again.  And then I may have said to him as if he were five years old:

Do you understand me?

Making friends in the neighborhood, that’s me!  To Neighbor B’s credit he was appropriately apologetic.  But I’m not sure I’ve actually changed his behavior.  I hope I have, but what do I do if I see STBDR off leash again?

Duh (or however you spell it).   This past weekend I caught yet another guy peeing in the alley.  I took a picture but forgot to turn off the flash, so it didn’t turn out.*

Drei. Earlier this week (on yet another morning walk with Chloe and Matty) I apprehended a junkie in the act of stealing.  I watch Mr. Junkie walk down the parking lot by the mulch area towards a pickup truck.  With an agility worthy of Chloe he hops in the bed of the truck, rummages around and hops out with a roll of copper tubing. 

By now you all know me well enough to know I can’t leave that alone, right?  By a random coincidence (aka God’s perfect timing) I had actually met the owner of that truck just the night before.  So when the junkie challenged my yelling by asking who’s truck it was I had an answer for him (“I know who the owner is and it is NOT YOU!”). 

Just call me Juice McGruff, Crimestopper.

Four.  I also get riled up about people who toss cigarette butts on the ground.  And people who cannot comprehend the various Right Turn On Red signs in the city.  But I’m running low on righteous indignation, so I’ll let those go for now.

What gets you riled (or Riley-ed) up?

* PS Don’t let’s talk about my photography class.  It was an abject failure.  I couldn’t tell you what an f-stop is if you held a gun to my head, but I can tell you that my camera won’t let you adjust the f-stop.  Therefore, learning about f-stop is kind of a moot point, yes?  Not to mention that I couldn’t even complete the first week’s homework.  Which was this:

Determine how to adjust the f-stop on your camera. 

My camera failed photography class.

F-stop, f-stop, f-stop.

10 Comments leave one →
  1. Brooklyn_Friend permalink
    June 18, 2010 12:29 pm

    Ah Juice – we all have those moments, huh? Glad to know I’m not the only one! Plus, I got a good giggle from “STBDR”. 🙂

  2. June 18, 2010 2:42 pm

    Ooooh. YOu are way more braver than me. Yelling at a junkie? Aren’t you afraid of being shot between the eyes? Or someplace else if they were high and couldn’t aim straight?

    Lots of things get me rileyed up. But I try so hard not to get riled up, I think I will refrain from listing them here.

    That photography class would have gotten me riled up. I would have wanted to know how to take artistic pictures. Not how to use an fstop on my camera.

    • Juice permalink*
      June 18, 2010 2:51 pm

      Debby, if Mr. Junkie had EVER had a gun he would have pawned it long ago for cash to support his habit! Drug addicts generally are not known for thinking ahead…

  3. June 18, 2010 4:07 pm

    1. Grammar/spelling looks good… it’s angry grammar & spelling, but good nonetheless.
    2. Part of me is laughing that you are on the other side of the country raging against the machine/neighborhood. It’s not the kind of laughing where you’re making fun of someone; it’s the kind of laughing where you just shake your head and laugh in sympathy.
    3. Can I use this information against you to get you to move out here? No? I didn’t think so.
    4. Can you please rage against one of my coworkers who is trying to micromanage every little thing I do? I just thought… you know… since you were on a roll and all…

    Hope the neighborhood gets a little more Mr. Rogers for you soon!

  4. June 18, 2010 4:34 pm

    Well, sounds like your Riley-ed up are all in the same week. Good to have a few and then be done with it.

    You are a good neighbor! Wish you were mine!!

  5. June 18, 2010 5:11 pm

    This stinks. Bully for you for bullying STBDR’s human. I can’t stand that sort of stupidity.

    Do you understand me?


  6. June 20, 2010 11:11 pm

    oh… i would totally teach B a lesson by calling the animal control on his dog.

  7. sparkles permalink
    June 22, 2010 4:10 am

    things that get me riley-ed up —
    1) people who insist on having an outside dog, then leave them tethered with no shade or continuous supply of water. never mind that dogs are pack animals and sit outside lonely and bored for hours and days. ugh 😦
    2) smokers who insist on throwing their butts on the ground. the world is not their ashtray. you know me, i’ve written many a letter to the editor on this subject. i’m not anti-smoking (well, i am, but ya know, i’m trying to stay focused) – but i am entirely anti-litter. it is selfish and disgusting.
    3) animal cruelty or neglect of any kind. period. so F you, riley’s dad, for being so careless with the precious little life you’re supposed to be loving.
    4) driver’s who refuse to use their indicators. again – selfish.
    5) bad parenting. we see it all around us. kids running the show. parents continually spoiling and giving in. that kind of behavior makes me hate the people and resent their entitlement to the whole parenting role. oy …
    6) i have plenty of righteous indignation and could go on and on … but i shall stop and instead continue to bask in the glow of our long weekend in stockholm. up next: russia. xx

  8. Jennifer Lehner permalink
    June 23, 2010 10:26 am

    Loved hearing about your pet peeves (and the Riley-ed Up post title was quite clever)–I may have to steal that idea for a future post!


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