The couple living in the apartment above ours have a Yorkshire terrier. There’s nothing wrong with that in itself, but they go out to work and leave it on their balcony for hours. It yaps at every single thing that moves, including us on our terrace below, our cat, and anyone who comes up the path to the complex, although he does seem to understand “Shut up!” or "Callate!" and I can always resort to the hose if it carries on.
Another problem is the drain hole from their balcony which, owing to one of several design faults by the - obviously male - architect, decants any liquid onto our terrace right in front of our doors. This includes water dripping from their washing, on one occasion half a bucket of water when she swilled the whole thing down, but also dog pee when, as often happens, they go away and leave the poor animal to the tender mercies of her mother who only visits twice a day to feed it.
We have complained to the community more than once, and now stand accused of running a vendetta.
The tenants are a strange couple who regularly have protracted fights that involves one of them sobbing at length – they seem to take it in turns to do that. We have also been treated to their strange selection of music, and the occasional siesta-time tryst during which they both climax noisily. You can’t hide anything in a community where the doors and windows stay open to grab any breeze that’s going.
I thought I was hearing one of these trysts a few weeks ago as the girl was howling rhythmically, but when it went on for fifteen minutes I decided even a hot-blooded Spaniard couldn’t have that much stamina.
This has become a regular occurrence and over the past few weeks I have finally worked out what it is - she is teaching her dog to howl.