Ever had a crazy neighbor?

For those of you regular blog followers, you know that I'm in a feud with one of our neighbor's. (Yep, I haven't made friends with anyone on our floor, just enemies.)  As I mentioned before, we live on an all-dog floor, so everyone of our neighbor's has a dog or dogs.  A couple of months after we moved in, Mike and I came home from watching Avatar to find a nasty-gram at our door.  It said our dogs were awful, barked all the time, and if we didn't do something about it, our neighbor was going to turn us into the management staff.

Suspect #1

Suspect #2

Frustrating, right?  What made it even more annoying was that it wasn't true.  I was unemployed at the time, and afraid to venture out in Chicago (hence the Sweaty Armpits), therefore I was home for at least 22 hours a day and knew our dogs rarely, if ever, barked.  I thought maybe the neighbor had us confused with someone else.

But being the good neighbor I am, I was vigilant to make sure our dogs never barked or growled.  However, this neighbor seemed intent on getting them riled up.  She began playing fetch with her dog in the hallway.  She'd run up and down the halls with her dog, yelling, "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" until dogs on the entire floor were going nuts.  She'd let her dog sit at our door, and sniff my dogs underneath the crack.  Yesterday, I got out of the shower to catch her tapping on our door, as if instigating them.  I decided to no longer punish my doggies, I actually wanted them to bark at this snot bucket.

Then last night, we came home from a wedding to find another nasty-gram.  Yep, she says it makes her uncomfortable to have our dogs barking when she's waiting for the elevator, and she wants us to do something about it.  Is this girl crazy? 

Let me just say, "It's on crazy wiener-dog owner who I don't know your name!"  You think you're uncomfortable now?  Just wait until I have Mike walk the dogs in a thong.  Then we'll chat.