Rant away!

Nah, I live in apartment complex. None of them know my family.

My neighbors are Russian and are always trying to get me to watch their dogs when they are on vacation. The dogs are big and bark, and I'm sorry, they'd have to pay me a lot to clean up their crap. So one night I was at their house for dinner and my neighbor drank half a bottle of Cognac and started yelling at me for not watching his dogs! It's been super awkward since then.

My neighbors across the street were fine...until I tried to take their dog to the humane society.

Their dog is a black lab, and they do not have a fenced in yard. This dog wanders EVERYWHERE. At the time, he didn't even have a collar or tags, and he had worms.

I was taking one of my own dogs for a walk when I heard an argument between my neighbor (who was severely intoxicated) and the local dog catcher.

"Hey! Tie up your dog or I'm going to take him!"

"WELL THEN F*CKING TAKE HIM I HATE THAT STUPID MUTT! SHOOT HIM AND DO ME A FAVOR!"

I looked at my dog (Bear) and said "Well, looks like you have a new little brother!"

So, I went home, grabbed one of my spare leashes (I'm a dog trainer - leashes EVERYWHERE) and a bunch of cookies. It was not hard for that dog to trust me and he was in my house for a week.

Three hours before I would have been able to take him to a humane society in a neighboring province (the one near me is, well, a glorified shed with cages), the wife comes and bangs on my door. I open it and she's livid.

"YOU HAVE MY DOG."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You have my dog."

"I have three dogs. They are all mine."

"I can HEAR him barking!"

"Well how can I be sure it's yours? I don't see any tags. Anyways, I do have a stray, but he's sick so I'm taking him to the humane society."

"GIVE ME BACK MY DOG."

"He's not yours."

And then I closed the door in her face.

To make a long story short, I ended up returning the dog (I shouldn't have, but I did), and to this day, the poor thing has now lived in -50 degree Celsius weather, +30 degrees Celsius weather, has no dog house, barely adequate food, and they STILL refuse to tie him up so he's constantly wandering down the main highway. I'm always afraid he's going to be hit by a car or a semi.

They call me a drug dealer, and when I fell in the springtime and couldn't get up because I injured my hip, they laughed at me from across the street and went inside. EDIT: They were the only people outside at the time and I called for help.

I hate them.

Hey, if I ever get the chance, you will be the first to know!

Hey, if I ever get the chance, you will be the first to know!

Good if they ever knocked on your door just straight knock a b#$ch out! I hate people
who dont treat animals right. and then to just be so rude too you.. makes my blood boil.
I am a fighter and i would have attacked them. lol

Lol, I can't. But it's not for the lack of wanting to. Trust me. There's a baseball bat by my door for intruders, and I'm a great liar. =P However, my hubby is the cop in the town, soooooo...lol...I have to 'play nice.' But that doesn't mean that I'm not waiting for an opportunity to snatch that dog right back up and take him to a proper home.

bump for later

My neighbor situation has finally gotten better. The drunk, loud, abusive a$$hat finally got put in jail. Before that he and his wife/girlfriend?(not sure which) would get drunk and have screaming matches at all times of the day and night. The police would come weekly. (The part that really sucked about that is the police would park in front of my house, like I am the one causing the trouble :grumble: )