I guess I shouldn't recommend this, but in an emergency situation (like your animal about to be killed) I would run right in her yard, through the gate or over the fence - whatever was the fastest and rescue my animal. If she were to report you for tresspassing or something else, I'd deal with that IF it came about. Eventhough you don't normally have the right to go in her yard, I'll bet a judge would see your point. If it were your human child in mortal danger would you just stand there and wait for permission? I'd go get my little loved one and deal with the consequences later
note the lack of my usual 'take over a cake and offer to bury the hatchet and be friends' speech. It's probably fairly obvious why I didn't include that speech.
Build a 6' fence around your entire yard and see if she can lift her dog over that, then, buy a video camera to video her son smoking joints and throwing them on your yard, and send it to the cops.
Accompany it with a sweet letter:
'Dear Officers, I am concerned that my neighbor may complain about me and accuse me of drug use because she is angry at me for complaining to her about her dog poohing on my lawn. We have had other difficulties related to a duckling of mine tresspassing on her property. The duckling was a minor at the time and was panicked and swears it was not an intentional tresspass. This video shows her son throwing marijuana cigarettes on my lawn. I try to clean them up but he is doing it all the time. Thank you, Mrs. Frances R. McDiarmad' (or whatever your name is).
When Will said we can't prove it was his and not mine (and we don't do any kind of drugs. A few years ago a "friend" wanted me to try pot and I refused so one day I went to visit and ate brownies not knowing they were "special". I was hospitalized and my heart stopped twice. I am severely allergic to THC) I told him that I'll TELL them to DNA test it and I'll be more than happy to take a drug test.
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Actually, her dog would be easy to throw over the fence, being that it's a Chihuahua.
But I doubt she would be throwing it. And we can't put a fence around our front lawn anyway.
I don't know if she knows her son smokes pot because he's always doing it out in the backyard and then sprays himself with cologne before going back into the house.
Yes, my dog's name is FEMA. Our home was destroyed during hurricane Katrina and we found her by the side of the interstate in Picayune, MS after they wouldn't let us into New Orleans to see if we still had a house standing. So the kids thought it would be funny to name the dog Katrina, but since that's MY name, I didn't want a dog with my name but still wanted people to ask how she got her name, so I named her FEMA.
Since the hurricane, I go by my Polish name, Kasia.