That Busybody Neighbor, The Obnoxious Neighbor Kids, and The Invisible Dog

i think i’m turning into That Busybody Neighbor.  first, it was The Obnoxious Neighbor Kids who played baseball in the courtyard.  that wouldn’t be such a big deal except for the fact that the courtyard is about 7 yards wide and 30 yards long; they’ve hit one of our windows while one of the cats was sitting on the ledge; they’re so loud they might as well be inside our living room; but mainly because there’s a fucking park with baseball diamonds 5 blocks away.  the landlord said that they weren’t supposed to be using the courtyard as a park, and yet this continued for about a year.  and after comparing notes with other people in our building, i know that i wasn’t the only one who complained.

now, i suspect that another neighbor has snuck a dog into their apartment.  that wouldn’t be such a big deal either, except that it barks all the damn time at all hours of the night; dogs aren’t even allowed in these apartments; and especially because it’s totally irresponsible to sign a lease for a place that doesn’t allow dogs, with the intention of either getting one or moving in with the one you already have.  i mean, that’s how Hopper ended up at the pound.  her previous owner snuck her and a littermate into an apartment that didn’t allow pets at all and got busted.

granted, they might be watching it for a week or whatever, but now i don’t know what to do.  wait ’til Friday, and if the constant barking doesn’t stop, tell the landlord?  but if i tell, the dog might end up at the pound.  besides, i haven’t actually seen the dog, even though it’s obvious where the noise is coming from.  on the other hand, if i mind my own business, the barking will drive me nuts.  then again, if i tell, i’ll become That Busybody Neighbor, a title i certainly don’t want.

what to do?  what to do?