Ah, the joy of neighborhood living with crappy/arrogant neighbors.
My wife was walking her dog in the backyard yesterday afternoon when she spotted a neighbor's dog taking a dump in our front yard. This particular neighbor (and one other) thinks it's cute and no big deal to let their small dogs roam the neighborhood.
Since my wife is actually picking up her dog's poop, she had this little roll of bags handy. I told her if she would pick up "Oliver's" poop, I would return it to his owners. She did.
I walked one street over, to the owner's house and rang the doorbell. The youngest child answered and I asked if her Dad was home. I guess they were eating supper because she had a plate of food in her hand.
The Dad came to the door, with the girl and another kid right behind him. We greeted each other and I handed him the bag. He grabbed it and I said, "That's Oliver's crap," to which he replied, "Oliver's crap?!" Then, he tossed it on the stoop and asked me where it came from. I told him my front yard and I really was not happy about it.
He apologized, profusely, but made an interesting comment. He said he's asked "them" to get rid of the dog because it's a nuisance. "Them" is the woman and her kids.
I'm sure nothing will change, but it was a pleasure to finally be able to introduce myself to that particular family. I hadn't met them before now.
My wife was walking her dog in the backyard yesterday afternoon when she spotted a neighbor's dog taking a dump in our front yard. This particular neighbor (and one other) thinks it's cute and no big deal to let their small dogs roam the neighborhood.
Since my wife is actually picking up her dog's poop, she had this little roll of bags handy. I told her if she would pick up "Oliver's" poop, I would return it to his owners. She did.
I walked one street over, to the owner's house and rang the doorbell. The youngest child answered and I asked if her Dad was home. I guess they were eating supper because she had a plate of food in her hand.
The Dad came to the door, with the girl and another kid right behind him. We greeted each other and I handed him the bag. He grabbed it and I said, "That's Oliver's crap," to which he replied, "Oliver's crap?!" Then, he tossed it on the stoop and asked me where it came from. I told him my front yard and I really was not happy about it.
He apologized, profusely, but made an interesting comment. He said he's asked "them" to get rid of the dog because it's a nuisance. "Them" is the woman and her kids.
I'm sure nothing will change, but it was a pleasure to finally be able to introduce myself to that particular family. I hadn't met them before now.