Re: Hood Rats are at it AGAIN!! Rant to Follow
My first house,we had two sets of bad neighbors. One right in back of us with 5 dogs, and one was being trained as a competition attack dog. There were 3 Dobies, 1 shepard and 1 small dog. The dog crap in his back yard made my yeard unbearable to be in, as teh prevailing winds were from that direction.
I went over there many times and complained, to no avail. Then I called animal control. They did nothing. Then I went to county hall. The open field full of crap was a health and zoning violation. 5 dogs was a county ordinance violation.
So, with all this info, I went there again and stated heres the county regs. I don't want to file a written complaint, but unless something is done......
Within a week, he made and installed a small septic tank for the dog crap and shovelled it into the opening and washed it down. No more small. He gave away 2 dogs (they did not have the right stuff for competition training). We actually became friends, as once he saw wasn't afraid of him, and the law was on my side.....
Now, neighbor # 2. Alcoholic Bubba type (redneck).
He would park his pickup on his front lawn and turn up the country station on the radio to 3 dB above the threshold of pain. ( Actually I could just barely hear it, but the same songs over, and over,.....)
The kept time by beating on the hood of the truck. This, of course was while drinking, and I don't mean beer. I wished he would get a job so we would know what he was unemployed as. Note: the wife was good people, and we felt sorry for her.
One day, I was looking out the window, and seen him go to a bush in the side yard, and pull out the bottle, drink some and replace it. I went out there, poured out the bottle, and replaced it with vinegar laced with cyanne pepper. Next day, bottle was gone.
He took off with a younger woman, and wife divorced him. About a year and a half later, Bubba shows up at her front door, and pushes his way in, claiming its his house and wife. After hearing all the commotion, Her new husband comes out of the bedroom, and old husband starts toward him saying hes going to kick his lower posterior. New husband produces his badge (sherrifs detective) and his .357. Old husband leaves.
New husband came over to my house and told me if the old one shows up, shoot him and/or call me.
Old husband never came back.
Sometimes these problems work themselves out; if they don't, thats where a .357 works...
