Bert is away at the moment, and, as a result, Meeka seems to be extra protective of the house. Now this protective streak collided last night with our next door neighbours party. Our neighbours certainly know how to party, and they do so in the grand tradition of latin get togethers (ie. they last well into the morning). Last night Meeka woke up growling and barking every time there was a ’strange’ noise.

First it was the broken glass at midnight.

Then it was the booming laughter at 1am.

Then it was someone knocking into the windchimes at 2am.

Then it was the castanettes (sp?) when the party broke into song and music at 3am.

Finally it was the shouted goodbyes at 4am.

A couple of weeks ago someone stole the propane tank from our BBQ, so, try as I might, I couldn’t let a single growl and bark go by without jumping out of bed and running to the back to make sure that no one was prowling around the deck. I have to say, if someone had been prowling I really have no idea what I would have done. In Vancouver, when kids through a rock through my Mom’s window, I chased them up the street in bare feet and silk pajamas. If I did that here I think I would end up with tetanus or something equally unsavory that I’d catch from the alley crap. I guess that’s urban living for ya!