Venting

I need to vent. I love my house so much. There is only one thing I hate about this house, and that is my neighbours who share my wall. Why am I always stuck with freaks? Since we moved in, they hide when we come out and try to avoid saying hello. He works for the military, not sure what she does, they have 3 children under age 7 or so, and 2 black labs. Here's the problem.

Before we moved in we noticed that they would bag up the dog poop in grocery bags, and leave it sitting in front of their garage, but on our side. But since we didn't live there yet, we figured of course that this behaviour would stop when they had people living next door. Think again. So last summer we put up with it for 2 weeks, then one day when it was raining and there was poopsoup dribbling down the laneway we share, I picked up the bags by the handles and whipped them far to the other side. I won't even go into the flies. Then it stopped. We thought it stopped because they got the hint (remember, you can't speak with them because they run away). Turns out the dogs were away for a couple of months. Great. The bag reappeared last week, so I pitched it, yet again, over to their side.

Their other nasty habit is to hang bags of dog poop off the back corner of their fence, ON OUR SIDE (our back yard is only 34 ft deep!!). Again, when we first saw this when we inspected the house we thought YUCK, but figured once we moved in that they would stop. Um. No. 3 times in the past 4 weeks I have sat at our breakfast table to the view of steaming bags of labrador dog poop hanging next to my bird feeder. I could barf. So the first time I hung it off the middle of their fence, where they could look at it. Last week a new bag was back, so I picked it up and pitched it right behind their fence, the whole time making comments about how revolting this was, only to turn around and see them looking right at me from their kitchen table. Yesterday? THREE massive bags from their back yard clean up. KT was so pissed that she went back there and picked up the bags hanging on our side of the fence, and threw them in the middle of their back yard.

OH MY GOD PEOPLE!! Part of the problem is it's the 7 year old slave boy (he puts out the garbage, walks the dogs) who cleans up after them, so was probably told 6 months before we moved in to hang it off the fence, and doesn't know any better. But what kind of grown humans think that this would be acceptable? They can also see it hanging off the fence from their kitchens. I just don't get it. I've had dogs, and I picked up after them, but threw the poop in THE GARBAGE.

So yesterday I spent 4 hours (yes, 4 hours) putting together our barbeque. The thing has far too many pieces and lousy instructions. I saw the neighbours come and go, and other than the time the dogs tried to suck the pants off me (serious nose dogs) and I laughed and said good morning, and got a grunt back, they never said two words to me. Meanwhile every other neighbour across the street, and on both sides waved or said hi. Why do I live next to the freakshow?

So the bbq is awesome - we grilled last night. KT put together the tables, and today after my run I will put together the rest of our outdoor living room. Every muscle in my body is killing me from the bbq assembly positions (seriously, I could sell fitness DVDs on this) over 4 hours, and my hands are swollen and sore. But I want my outdoor living room! And I want it free of dog crap!!

Done with the vent. :(