One afternoon I let Luke out to play on the deck for a few minutes and I happened to glance out the kitchen window and noticed him eating something, which was odd because I didn’t give him a treat while he was out there. By the time I got out to the patio, all that remained was remnants of a dog biscuit. I never fed that type of stuff to my dog, so I knew the culprit. I immediately looked over to my neighbor’s deck and saw the same biscuit lying on the floor. My neighbor had a dog as well. A big burly boxer named Pilot.
Then that’s when it happened.
My dog starts to puke and began making the most god awful squeaking sounds, because he was having a hard time. Doggie CPR? Call 911? I didn’t know what the hell to do, besides dry heave my damn self. After a few minutes the puking subsided and my poor dog was exhausted. I took him to the vet just to make sure everything was ok, and about an hour later he received a clean bill of health.
As I got home, crazy lady was sitting outside, well, looking crazy. I approached her and asked her why did she give my dog a biscuit even after I told her countless times not to feed him. She looked at me and said, “Why are you always walking your dog when I walk mine?” Insert confused face. I looked at her, and as I was about to say something our other neighbor came outside. She also had problems with this woman, and on several occasions had to confront her about issues. She whispered in my ear, “Don’t get her riled up, you know she has problems.” By problems, she meant the constant yelling, parking her car crooked and the hoarding that was going on in her house. Not to mention the fact that she always made her teenage daughter sit in the back seat of the car, and the dog in the front. To say she was interesting was an understatement.
After I realized yelling at her wouldn’t solve any problems, I handed her the vet bill. She looked at it and then balled it up and placed the receipt in her mouth. She ate my vet bill. She ate it all. My other neighbor looked at me, I looked at her and we were speechless. All we could do was walk away slowly, as we tried not to take our eyes off her, just incase she made a sudden move.
I eventually moved out of that house and thought I would be free from her antics. That was until a few months ago, when I received an email through my company’s contact page and saw her name. She was inquiring about web design services. Email deleted.
Have you ever experienced a neighbor from hell? How did you handle the situation?