Originally Posted by SadieSue
I always wondered how it happened and now I know. I have finally become the cranky old woman in the neighborhood. All I want is peace and solitude in my own backyard, but I have had to resort to taking my dogs out in the backyard to do their business on a leash. They no longer have free access since the neighbors behind us NEVER bring their dogs in the house or do anything to control them when they charge our wire fence and snap and growl and bark at my dogs. The only supervision they have is the 5 year old girl who is out there constantly asking me question after question after question after - well you get the point.
Yes, I understand the neighbors have every right to own dogs. But as if the untrained lab puppy and "rescued" pit bull/dalmation weren't enough - (I'm not impressed by your boastful "rescuing" of the dog, BTW. I'd be much more impressed if you actually ever spent TIME with it), now they have another new room mate and surprise! The room mate has a Doberman. So my irresponsible neighbors officially have a pack of unsupervised dogs that come running to charge our fence every time DH or I take the dogs out to go potty or even if we want to toss the ball for our Golden Retriever. And now to make it even more awesome, the dogs are digging all along the fence line on their side of our fence. Even cuter, the little girl is helping them. I just chewed her out. And I also told her to keep her hands off of the fence because I'm tired of seeing her grab onto it and rock it back and forth all the time to weaken it. I've asked her nicely several times.
The doberman starts barking about 6 AM. No one in the house ever shushes it, or even brings it in the house. It has it's own lawn chair in the back yard.
And I'm sorry you guys - I like kids - I even had one I was particularly fond of, but this poor bored little girl is out there asking endless questions every time I'm working in the coop, feeding, watering, no matter what. "What are you holding in your hand? What do chickens eat? Can I pet your chickens? Where are their eggs? Can you make a sound like a chicken?- *I* can. Can I feed your chickens some carrots? How do you know our dogs names? They don't know yours. Why can't your chickens come out? What is that stuff your giving your chickens? Do your chickens have names?" All very normal, natural questions and believe me, every one gets answered, but - Sometimes I just want to be left alone...
A buddy of ours is going to come help us extend the fence so it's a couple of feet taller, help secure the bottom, whatever else we can do but we're limited. It follows a very uneven line of trees and there's no way anything more substantial could be built without a great deal of $$ and without losing a couple of important feet of what is already a shallow yard. DH isn't budging on that issue. I asked about the possibility of electrifying the fence and he looked at me shocked - "you can't do that! What about that little girl!" My girlfriend responded, "well, she'd only touch it once".
So yes, it's official. Now I'm the scary, cranky old lady in the neighborhood. Pretty soon the kids will come up with a name, like "Old Lady Galagan" or "The West End Witch" and start throwing rocks at my window. And this is how it happens...
Sorry you guys. I'm just venting. I'd really love to have my peaceful retreat of a backyard back.