Hate to say we told you so, Dad, but....we told you so.

Mom and I have been nagging and harping on Dad to QUIT LETTING BO OUT TO RUN AROUND NOT ON THE LINE IN THE EARLY MORNING HOURS for about a month now. Dad argues and that Bo needs exercise (he does) and he needs adventure (...maybe), and has totally been not listening to our griping about why Bo needs to stay on the line or a leash when he goes out. There are leash laws, he'd potentially get hit by a car, he likes to charge after UPS and garbage trucks when they drive by, the list goes on and on. We warn Dad, and he doesn't pay attention, figures if he lets Bo out late at night, it won't bother people so much.

Well, Dad let Bo out a little early last night, and we got a neighbor over here at around 10 PM complaining about it. About time, really, because if Dad's not going to pay attention to either me or Mom and make us out to be the bad guys, then maybe he needs his ass torn into by a neighbor whom we don't know all that well. Oh, and Dad got pissed at me when I told him, "I told you so!" right in front of the neighbor. And you know what? I DON'T CARE! I humiliated him in front of the neighbor? Fine! The point is, we tell him and tell him and tell him, and he just doesn't care and doesn't listen. What's it going to take, for Animal Control to come out here and slap him with a fine?

So yeah. Mom and I are pretty pissed off with Dad right now.