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I guess I have to give the kids next door credit for trying. At least, I think they were trying to keep their dog out of my yard. It’s possible they just found some wood and nails and a hammer and thought it would be fun to make a barricade at the fence opening between the landlord’s vacant field and my back yard. They went at it while I was working this afternoon, and every so often I’d look up and smile.
These aren’t little kids that might have been in danger of hurting themselves. They’re teenagers, 15 to 18 I’m guessing, and they live in the duplex where I lived before moving here (owned by the same landlord). One of the reasons I was so eager to move out of that duplex was the racket those dogs made, day and night. Why the landlord puts up with it I’m not sure, but he knew I didn’t like it, so he offered me this house when it became available. It’s just far enough that I can’t hear them, most of the time.
I’ve never had a relationship with any of the neighbors, even when I lived in the other half of the duplex. Sometimes we wave when I’m out getting my mail, but these are big lots, and there’s no reason to make contact if I don’t want to. And let’s face it, I’m living out in the country because I’m not all that fond of other people’s noise and other people’s drama. I get enough of that on TV (and, oh by the way, in my family, from time to time).
So I let the kids go at it. They weren’t doing me any harm, and in fact I’ve thought of asking the landlord to close up that opening in the fence. I hate seeing those big dogs roaming around in my yard, because I know what they leave behind when they go. Plus, they’re a little bit aggressive, and although I’ve been assured many times that they’re harmless, they don’t act harmless. They act like they’d like to take me apart. |
