I hate my neighbor

After driving to and from San Antonio and arriving at 11:30 p.m., I woke up at 1 a.m. to the grating sound of my neighbor's voice arguing for the right to feed my husband's dog. He kept saying he was only giving him a bone, but regardless, you don't feed another man's dog just like you don't flirt with a woman in front of her husband. That's a challenge for affection.

I told my husband I've heard the neighbor whistle for the dog and the times that I've fed him recently, he hasn't eaten. And now the dog has diarrhea. I reminded R again about my experience, but of course, they are hysterical rantings of a crazy woman. So I was glad that R finally caught the neighbor and told him to stop feeding the dog, but upset because I need my sleep.

Then at 5 a.m., my neighbor's booming voice woke me up, again. I thought about getting up and taking a walk, but he was saying goodbye to his female friend and not being a gentleman about it. The highlight? He said he wanted her to walk out of there pregnant. This is the same woman whom I've seen around his place for about two weeks, maybe. And he's already in love?

Did I mention he's a drunk and doesn't hear well? So even if I asked him to keep it down, he would either not hear me or forget.

I am a cheapskate at heart, but I think I'm going to have to turn on the AC so I can close the windows and silence him--at least inside my house. I hate my neighbor.