We live on 5 acres in a semi rural suburb. This isn't my choice, I often feel like Lisa from Green Acres, I crave city life and conveniences. My husband likes to live here as he says he doesn't want to live anywhere that we can "hear people rooting" I have never in my life heard "people rooting" and I doubt he has either, however that's reasoning. Having so much space allows us a lovely large home and outdoor areas, for which I do feel very fortunate.
Living out here does not exclude us from crazy neighbours (that bloody word again). We live on a battle axe shaped block and share a long driveway with some lovely people, though across the driveway is our scary loony.
It all started when we first moved in and we had a small dog who escaped and ran into the neighbours poorly fenced property and ate one of their baby chickens, the loony then proceeded to yell at my children (then early teens) that if the little dog ever came over again he would shoot it. I then of course had hysterical kids and me explaining that he wouldn't shoot our dog otherwise he would be in big trouble (fingers crossed tightly behind my back)
Fast forward several years and we've had a few occasions when he's yelled out at the kids that we have blood thirsty dogs etc etc. Unfortunately as my kids have gotten older they've replied with a few choice words that I won't repeat.
We now have 2 German Shorthaired Pointers, who are lovely friendly dogs, but by nature are hunters, so anything on our property such as rabbits, ducks etc get chased. They occasionally catch, but not often. Our loony neighbour has a little Jack Russell, who doesn't stay in their yard, he spends his days teasing the contained big dogs in neighbouring properties. Of course whenever any of the larger dogs happens to escape, they obviously go looking for that annoying little thing who taunts them constantly.
We were away last week, my brother in law was here with our animals, and I had a phone call from our cleaner. The loony had come over with a plank of wood saying our dogs had gotten out and killed his dog. Being 4 hours away I couldn't do a lot, made a few phone calls and stressed majorly. In my mid my dogs had gone on a killing spree and we'd have to have them put down.... etc etc.
Brother in law returned home to find the dogs where they should be and several signs attached to our gate "keep your blood thirsty dogs inside" "killer dogs" and several other lovely comments. BIL took signs down and decided to wait until the morning to talk to him.
The next morning, there's more signs on the fence and lo and behold the little Jack Russell was running around as usual.
Sunday afternoon hubby arrived home and there was a banner across our gate with the words "how can I build my house if you keep stealing all the wood" and more "killer dog" signs. Hubby decided to call the police as the loony was obviously, well, loony. The Police were wonderful and went and warned him not to put any more signs up, he told the police that our dogs spent so much time in his yard that he often wondered who they belonged to, him or us. Complete fabrication of course, our fences are fine and our dogs well enclosed.
So now I've been looking at Real Estate and sending husband links of properties, I'm sure he'd rather "listen to people rooting" rather than have a loony next door...... wish me luck!
