I am not so sure at this moment. Although I think I might be unfairly blaming the poor mutt.. You see I just finished having a little chat with the Animal control cop who showed up at my house this morning. For the second time in two months, our neighbors next door have complained about his barking at night. Which in actuality, he really doesn't do much of unless provoked (by perhaps their two roaming cats.?.?.?.?.)
My neighbors are (what my niece would call) "meanies". They're childless middle aged, tree huggers (and I say this in way of description only, so that you can visualize them of course, because there is nothing wrong with tree huggers, I love trees!). When they moved in, we were in the front yard with the girls. We gave them a neighborly hello, and they totally ignored us! Blatantly ignored us, and then looked at my children with disgust. When Christmas came around Ali and I took around treats to all the neighbors. We stepped up to their door, rang the bell and waited. The woman opened the door and looked at us disapprovingly. Stepping forward Ali held up the plate of goodies. The lady snarled, “What’s this?” I stepped forward and replied that they were cookies we had made. “Why?” She huffed.
A little flabbergasted, I said in my brightest Christmas spirit voice…… “From our family, we um, just wanted to say Happy Holidays (being politically correct you see)”. She backed up and shut the door on us without so much as a smile or nod. Ali and I retreated quickly to our house, and once Inside Ali innocently asked “Mom, Why was she so rude?” I had no explanation!
One time Taylor was shoveling the driveway. Megan was using his heap on the side of the drive as a slide, and some of the snow toppled into their yard. So Taylor walked over and started to shovel what Megan had mussed back up. The Lady came running out of her house hollering “get off! Get off! Get off my property!” Taylor explained what he was doing, and she yelled at him to get out and that she would do it herself! Frightening? Yes!
She sits in her front window behind the curtain and watches her yard. No one is allowed to park in front of their house. When we have family over, they must park down the street. My poor parents made the mistake of parking in front of their house one time, and before they could even open their doors she was yelling at them to move their car!
She also called the fired department on us one time too. Taylor and our good friend had done a very small controlled fire in a pit in our garden to burn all the weeds and growth we had. It had been doused and buried for a good half hour but apparently her poking her head over our fence and yelling at Taylor wasn’t good enough ,because all of the sudden the fire truck and two cop cars were swarming our house! The fire dept commended the guys on doing such a good job on the controlled burn, because they could hardly tell where it had been! But then she sat out in her yard fuming and pointing our direction for the next 15 minutes before they left. Anyway, my whole point of this ramble is that she’s not very nice, not very neighborly, and apparently doesn’t’ like children OR dogs…
We’ll keep Westie inside from now on, and hopefully she can find something or someone else to complain about..
My neighbors are (what my niece would call) "meanies". They're childless middle aged, tree huggers (and I say this in way of description only, so that you can visualize them of course, because there is nothing wrong with tree huggers, I love trees!). When they moved in, we were in the front yard with the girls. We gave them a neighborly hello, and they totally ignored us! Blatantly ignored us, and then looked at my children with disgust. When Christmas came around Ali and I took around treats to all the neighbors. We stepped up to their door, rang the bell and waited. The woman opened the door and looked at us disapprovingly. Stepping forward Ali held up the plate of goodies. The lady snarled, “What’s this?” I stepped forward and replied that they were cookies we had made. “Why?” She huffed.
A little flabbergasted, I said in my brightest Christmas spirit voice…… “From our family, we um, just wanted to say Happy Holidays (being politically correct you see)”. She backed up and shut the door on us without so much as a smile or nod. Ali and I retreated quickly to our house, and once Inside Ali innocently asked “Mom, Why was she so rude?” I had no explanation!
One time Taylor was shoveling the driveway. Megan was using his heap on the side of the drive as a slide, and some of the snow toppled into their yard. So Taylor walked over and started to shovel what Megan had mussed back up. The Lady came running out of her house hollering “get off! Get off! Get off my property!” Taylor explained what he was doing, and she yelled at him to get out and that she would do it herself! Frightening? Yes!
She sits in her front window behind the curtain and watches her yard. No one is allowed to park in front of their house. When we have family over, they must park down the street. My poor parents made the mistake of parking in front of their house one time, and before they could even open their doors she was yelling at them to move their car!
She also called the fired department on us one time too. Taylor and our good friend had done a very small controlled fire in a pit in our garden to burn all the weeds and growth we had. It had been doused and buried for a good half hour but apparently her poking her head over our fence and yelling at Taylor wasn’t good enough ,because all of the sudden the fire truck and two cop cars were swarming our house! The fire dept commended the guys on doing such a good job on the controlled burn, because they could hardly tell where it had been! But then she sat out in her yard fuming and pointing our direction for the next 15 minutes before they left. Anyway, my whole point of this ramble is that she’s not very nice, not very neighborly, and apparently doesn’t’ like children OR dogs…
We’ll keep Westie inside from now on, and hopefully she can find something or someone else to complain about..
2 comments:
I remember the fire truck incident! Unbelievble how rude people can be :)
They are so strange, From the looks of them you would think they are cool hippie type people and 4:20 would be their favorite time of the day. Thats what threw me off when they first moved in. Puzzleing?
Love Mom
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