Friday, November 11, 2011

Would you be mine? Could you be mine? Won't you be my neighbor?

Remember in January when Bryan got attacked by the dog that belongs to a lady down the street?  And she followed us to our house acting like WE were to blame?  Good news: after that incident, our interactions with her have been great!  We've had no more problems with the dog and she's been cordial each time we've crossed paths.

We thought things were finally looking up for us in our neighborhood... until I came home from eating lunch with Bryan today.  I was taking the trash can back up to the house from the curb when I noticed two large holes in our yard.  It just so happens that the muddy tracks from said tire marks led directly across the street into our neighbors lot.
Here we go again.

Once again, we play that sensitive game.  We could call the police, but there's no way to prove who did it and the marks might be just far enough over to be on the strip of land that doesn't technically belong to us(we use it anyway).  We could march over there and question them for something they may not have done.  Start a war.  Start a fight.

So, here we are, yet again, pretending that it never happened.  The only difference is this time I started a notebook and backdated it for the first two incidents with devil-dog so if anything happens, we have documentation and pictures.  Take THAT neighbors from hell.

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