The dreaded annual co-op meeting was last night. I was happy to see other people ask about the explosion of dogs in the last year. We're one of the only buildings in the area that allows dogs, so many of the people moving in (generally affluent Chelsea fags) have dogs, sometimes two.

I work at home, so I get to hear all of the little darlings be miserable and bark for, oh, lets say, 6 hours a day. This includes Saturdays while people are at brunch of course.

At the meeting I heard the most pathological "dog" statement of my life. One of the people admitted that he was one of the people with two dogs. He said he gets anonymous complaints under the door, and he can't respond to them. He followed this by saying he couldn't really do anything about his dogs barking, and if the neighbors found them annoying, imagine how bad it was to live with his dogs! This person needs a therapist, not pets. Who gets pets to brag about how much trouble they are?