When I opened the door, the dogs roared and barked. He smiled and said, "That's the reason I'm here" . Apparently, a neighbor called in a complaint on the dogs (Biscuit really because he's the douche that barks all day). I was so embarrassed. I'm standing there, holding Ava who is in a t-shirt and diaper, with food all over her face... and a runny nose, looking like a convict. I looked across the street to see if I could catch the neighbor, peeking through their window. He didn't seem to care much... just said he had to come and let us know they were being a nuisance... and that he can't legally do anything about it, other than inform us.
Welcome to the neighborhood, Clampits!