(WHY do I have golf on the tv right now? I HATE golf...)
Anyhoo. We kind of have the neighbors from hell, here. Just on the one side, the Indian people on the other are soooooooo sweet and they have the cutest little boy. He loves to wave; it makes me giggle.
On the other side, however, is a mother and daughter. The daughter is a lawyer. The mother is a psycho.
They were nice when they first moved in, but horror of horrors, the construction people put a little jog in the fence to accomodate the transformer box that is in OUR yard (made the price of the house a bit less).
Mom and daughter had a problem, raised a stink, got the fence straightened, MADE them move the transformer (that is in OUR yard, remember), then wouldn't let the guys work on the new fence from their yard. Even though it was their issue.
The psycho mom actually yelled at me one day. I didn't know the fence dudes were out there and I let the dogs out and they of course went over into the neighbor's yard.
Keep in mind that when we moved in they LOVED Linus and Dulci. Keep in mind also that they have the MEANEST dog on the planet, and no offense to anyone, but I think you can never trust someone who has a mean dog.
Anyway, she's screaming at me "can you PLEASE get your damn DOGS out of my YARD??" I'm barefoot, I'm freaking, I hobble over on the rocks and through the mud and try to get my dogs, who are not listening to me because they're so excited.
Psycho mom, meanwhile, has this INSANE look on her face, like if I get too close she's going to hit me.
"What the feck did we ever DO to you?" I finally manage to yell. Cuz it was all hearts and flowers and pleasantries til the fence thing (and we never said a THING to them about that, even though it was a PAIN in our collective asses).
"Oh, YOU KNOW" she screams back.
So anyway, after that it was a lot of glaring whenever we encountered her. There more drama with the water drainage and some other shiznit.
The one day the house sounds like it's falling down. I go out front and there's a guy applying a hacksaw to OUR drain pipe, and Psycho Mom is out there watching. WHAT the FU.CK?
She swears up and down that she didn't call them, she calls me over and apologizes for all the other shiznit. and basically I'm very, "whatever" about it.
Then last week, we see them, carrying these two puppies.
CUTE puppies, cockers: one black and white, one buff and white.
Then a few days later I'm out front meeting "Spring," a huge golden retriever puppy who's just a sweetie, and Spring's mom says, here comes a puppy. I look, and here come little buff and white puppy, over to say hi.
I'm baffled, but I pick her up, and she's SO lovey. I know I must take her home, so I start walking over, and Spring and her mommy are walking the same way. Spring's mom gets past the house and says, there's another one! Sure enough, here comes little black and white puppy. They've discovered they can get under the fence.
So I thank Spring's mom, grab the other puppy, and ring the dreaded bell with my elbow, struggling with the puppies.
Nothing.
Ring again.
Nothing.
(She never answers her door.)
"Cool, free puppies," I start to think (heehee)
Then finally she comes to the door and it's all pleasant like it used to be, cuz I canNOT be hostile when there are puppies. She tells me their other dog, a nine year old cocker, died suddenly, and I'm sorry to hear that. The other dog wasn't that friendly either but I know they loved it.
Since then, it's been really kinda nice. Except they leave those poor puppies outside too long, tied up, and the poor things will yip to get in.
But still, now when I see them, I'm all about the puppies, and actually have held them quite a bit. The girl (the buff and white), "Sammy" is a snuggler and will put her head on your shoulder. The boy, Joey, is a wiggle worm and a nose kisser.
Sigh.
I love puppies.
Tags: Life Neighbors Puppies Feuds
