Props to you if you get the title/link reference. (Hint.)
So, anyway, things around here are much the same. Enjoying the lovely weather and free time while I have both to enjoy. Summer semester starts up next Monday and my books have not yet arrived which is a bit disconcerting.
Yesterday I had this whole thing go on with the neighbors. They are the strangest of people and I don’t know what’s up with them. They seem to covet their stretch of the road directly in front of their house to the point that they’ve literally accosted some of my friends when they’ve parked there. Interestingly, they have no problem parking their vehicles anywhere on the street and this has included positioning their car so that it completely blocks my driveway. They seem to take great offense to the fact that my dogs use the end of my driveway as their relief area. They always seem wary of walking by the area if I’m out there and I’ve yet to go out at night without them turning on the porch light on me. It’s the creepiest thing, but yesterday trumped all that.
Uschi got into something or other and had a bit of an upset tummy. So, when she was relieving herself this translated into sick. I rarely will not clean up after my dogs, especially on my own property. It’s actually fully legal for me to not do so, but it’s disgusting and I can’t really look down my nose at lazy sighted people if I don’t bother myself. Anyway, I can’t very well clean up sick with a bag, so I was walking Uschi back into the house when someone from next door yells at me from an upstairs window.
“You need to clean that, you know?”
No, really? Hadn’t thought of that. Of course there’s the whole point of it being sick and me only having a bag. Not to mention it’s my property so why should she care.
I cock my head up at the voice and yell back, “Mind your business.” Then, I remember that this is the same neighbor who stole my garden hose — and admitted that he “borrowed it without asking” and so I continue, “Perhaps it’d be a bit easier to do that if you hadn’t taken my hose. Not exactly able to pick this up with my bare hands.” I don’t get a response, but later the police show up! Yes, I’m completely serious.
I have a fundamental issue with police officers when it comes to my guide dogs. I had this experience a few years back where I got thrown out of a liquor store for bringing in my guide dog because the owner was scared of dogs. I told him it was illegal to do so and we went back and forth on it. Eventually he threatened to call the police on me I told him he was well within his rights to do so . . . and so he did. And what I discovered once they arrived is that police officers are shockingly ignorant about access laws. The police officers that showed up yesterday about my supposed lack of cleaning up after my dog were just as ignorant of pooper-scooping laws.
Not that it mattered because after taking Uschi back inside I had immediately come back out with a large watering can to wash away the waste. Exactly as I had planned to do even without the hostile neighbor. And being the nosy sort they seem to be I’m fairly certain this did not go unnoticed.
For her part, Uschi seems to be fine now. No idea what she got into that made her tummy all wonky, but I’ll take my good news where I can.