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I am thrilled to say that my feral neighbours have moved on. It looks strangely like they have done a runner, leaving behind the things they did not want in the back yard. With any luck the landlord will fill in the holes their dog dug through to our place
When we drove out today we could see some of the most disgusting graffiti on the walls in the front room. I feel very sorry for the landlords who now have to clean their filth up. I certainly hope that the next tenants are nicer, one would think that the property manager and landlord will be a little more discerning next time around. Surely we can’t finish up any worse off.
Oh well not much we can do about it, we will find out when we get back from our holiday one way or another. I just hope the new tenants take a little more care of the place so we can maximise our return when we put our own home on the market.
A few weeks back I wrote about the problems we constantly have with our feral neighbours, me and my big mouth, now things have gone up a notch, a very big notch.
These people now have a dog, quite a pretty dog as far as dogs go, but they cannot keep the damn thing in their yard. All along our fence line there are holes this dog has dug to come through to our dog. Poor Rocky’s little patch has been invaded by a playful young dog that is just too much for our old boy.
This has now been going on for nearly a fortnight, it is a daily ritual, either Brian goes over there to return their dog, or the neighbour’s children knock on our front door to pick up the dog. Not once has the mother done us the courtesy of coming over, no she can’t get out of her own shadow, she sends the children to do her dirty work.
The mother does not even answer her front door every time Brian returns the dog so he has to bring it back again, and on the odd time she does answer the door she is all apologetic.
I don’t mind anyone having pets but keep them in your own yard. If it was up to me I would report her and the dog to the council but as she and her “friend” are so feral Brian does not want to start something we may regret. There are always unsavoury looking characters hanging around that house so I know where he is coming from but this has to stop.
It is our intention to put this house on the market once we return from our holiday in May, won’t the backyard look lovely with a fence line littered with bricks and rocks filling in the holes this damn dog has dug.
It is a sorry state of affairs when we cannot enjoy the peace and quiet of our own home. I cannot wait to get out of this house.
Does anyone else have feral neighbours or are we the only lucky ones? We have lived in this house for nearly two years and while the neighbours have always been feral they were at least reasonably quiet, until lately anyway.
A bit of background, until recently a couple with children lived in the house, then one night after a god almighty row in the wee hours of the morning he disappeared leaving her with the children. We don’t think he was the father.
For the entire two years we have had this misfortune to live next to this woman we have had to put up with the disgusting smell from her rubbish bins which she continually neglects to put out for collection. When she does put them out is it often too late so she just leaves them kerbisde for the week and continues to add to the overflowing mound of rubbish within, to the extent that the lids don’t shut. Then comes along a strong wind or a opportunist crow and the rubbish is strewn all over her front yard, into our front hard, and onto the street.
Over the last couple of months there has been a steady stream of very rough looking young men coming and going at all hours, some leaving with shopping bags. One can only guess what she is up to now, and the latest boyfriend is a real charmer, more obscenities at all hours of the day and night.
Now she has a couple of real ferals living in her garage with a big, mangy dog that is allowed to pee and crap all over our front yard, even the dog doesn’t lower itself to use her front yard.
Why don’t we speak to her about the problem I hear you ask, if you could see what we do every day you would know there is no point and we could just be making trouble for ourselves. Our only way out is to sell, but who would want to live next to that. In the meantime we will be erecting a fence so at least we do not have to look at the mess, and her rubbish will not blow over as easily, and the dog may then pee in its own front yard. One can only hope.