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.