I passed a fitful night listening to puppy noises.  Actually, puppies noises.  As it turns out, my brilliant neighbors brought home two large, mixed-breed, very young pups last night.  Said neighbors did not proceed to cuddle the living crud out of these bundles of joy, but much in the spirit of our entire neighborhood, which releases toddlers to run unsupervised through the streets with nothing but a diaper for protection, my neighbors dumped the new pups on their balcony.  The balcony affixed to my balcony.  My bedroom balcony.  They are affixed. 

These pups were in a strange environment, without food or water and also, naturally curious.  I should add that they look much fatter than they are.  Thusly, after refusing all night to look outside at what had to be tiny little helpless creatures (because seriously, I CANNOT BRING ONE MORE LIVING THING INTO MY HOME) I arose (not awoke mind you) looking like a zombie to find two excited puppies staring at my through my balcony door.  Apparently seeing no help in sight from my useless neighbors, the pups squeezed through the balcony slats onto my domain where they proceeded to await a more positive response.  In the meantime, they turned my balcony into a toilet. 

I am not angry with the pups.  In fact, I think they are super-cute and in need of a good worming.  The neighbors though, how does one handle this sort of situation? My instinct was to immediately take constructive possession of the little guys and then start advertising for an actual home.  And all of this because I cannot take in the neighborhood children and give them to caring families.  Sigh.  David has actually told me to stop feeding the nameless hordes of kids.

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