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The neighbors-part one

We live on a cul-de-sac with 8 one acre lots. They have to be at least one acre because we’re in what used to be very rural but that’s changing. There’s no city water or sewer so we’re on well and septic. We’re in the middle house of three that were built somewhat together (we moved in on April 15, another on Memorial Day and the other in July). This is about the neighbors to the east of us and we’ll talk about the neighbors to the west on another post. It has been almost 10 years since we moved in and this is the only permanent home I’ve known.  I can talk about these people because they both kept refinancing their houses as the price went up in the early and middle part of the last decade but when the poo occurred, they both got foreclosed and are now out of the area. I’ll refer to them as the Easts and the Wests.

I was brought home with my peeps before Christmas and was five months old and a rescue.  The Easts were driving home and stopped to chat. He picked me up to show Mr. East who made a comment, “I’m going to get a dog myself, but it is going to be a real dog.” That showed not only insensitivity but stupidity. You see, Mr. East was on the portly side. He literally couldn’t walk up a flight of stairs because his weight forced him to get hips and knees replaced. Eventually, three months before abandoning his house, he got a gastric bypass procedure. He got his horse “real dog” that was the size of a large Great Dane. Since he didn’t fence in his acre, someone had to walk “Buddy” and that duty fell to his wife and 91 year old father-in-law. It broke my heart watching two peeps who had no business trying to control a young big dog with a lot of energy.

The last word to Mr East is mine, I hope you learn how to be a real man.

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I'm an 9 year old Indian Ringneck parrot curmudgeon in New River, Arizona in the wild west country. If you're a sunflower seed, you're dinner.

9 comments on “The neighbors-part one

  1. Ugh, ignorant/selfish people make me want to GRRRRRRR in their face! I’m so glad you have nice Peeps Kyla!

    Rooooo!
    Douglas

  2. Did Mr. East leave your cul-de-sac to be my neighbor. Only I call my neighbor teeny weenie. Small man, big dog, who he has trained to kill all the bunnies and squirrels in the hood. Now I like to chase squirrels, but if I went after a bunny I would be in deep trouble.
    Sweet William The Scot

    • We have no squirrels, only LOTS of bunnies. They tried to keep them out of the yard, but the bunnies got in and ate the garden anyway. Short of having a greenhouse, there’s no way so She decided that if you can’t beat them, join them. She now leaves water out for the bunnies when it is hot, and it can get hot here. Kenzie and I get yelled at for chasing bunnies.

  3. Kyla, we finally found you! Actually, if we had our wits about us we would have found you earlier. Every time we clicked on your picture it just came up with your picture and which blogs you follow. Anyway, we finally decided we might be able to find you through Stuart’s bloglist and voila, here you are, and here we are!

    Mr East sounds like a major pain. It seems people never research what kind of dog suits them best. Bella and I are HER eighth and ninth scotties. We’re lucky in Oz that scotties aren’t too popular and therefore there are VERY FEW needing rescuing. SHE is a bit tired of pulling burrs our of our coats so SHE decided maybe a Bull Terrier might be the go. Everywhere SHE looked for a BT, Roxy’s face showed up, so that’s how Roxy joined us.

    Most people think we’re lap dogs and won’t let their big dogs play with us–afraid they’ll hurt us….but we are very strong AND we roll if we get knocked. (We agree that scotties would run off with the Best in Show in all competitions.

    XXXOOO Daisy, Bella & Roxy

    I don’t think we could have a bird living here, because we all chase them out of the garden.

  4. A real dog???? Really? Seriously???? Don’t get me started my Kyla friend. It wouldn’t be pretty. Remember, people call me a skunk and you KNOW how I hate that.

    Arooooo! Stuart

  5. Well, looks like Mr East and his “real dog” won’t be missed! We’re looking forward to reading up on “The Wests” next. Catch you later.

    RooOOoodles, Gus, Bobby & Fin

  6. […] in February (https://kylascott.wordpress.com/2012/02/20/the-neighbors-part-one/), I gave the history of the house to the east of us. This house has been unoccupied for FOUR years. […]

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