Giant Holiday Balls: The Sequal

Yeah, I know this has nothing to do with Home school, Knitting, or Video Games but it's my blog and writing seems to keep me from slipping over the edge.
It's interesting what happens here when people think you're not home all day. As you'll recall there were no cars in the drive yesterday. Some folks that I know well, know of the ugly feud I have going on with my neighbor. I have 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 blog posts about it if you feel the need to catch up. If not the LSS is that he threatened to put my cats on pikes with their entrails spilling onto their little skulls if he found them in his yard again. His yard has turned into Sanford and Son Central and I can't sell my house because of how horrible it looks.

But I'm not bitter.

Yesterday I sit here knitting by the window and what do I see?

Directly outside my bedroom window, he's walking his new dog so it can crap in my yard. Is that some ginormous kahunas or what? Should I have gone out and threatened to do unearthly things to his pet if I found dog crap in my yard again? Perhaps I should have both he and his dog suffer the same fate since he BROUGHT him to my yard?

The stinger about this dog is this:

They had another dog and couldn't take care of it. Said dog ended up being chained up on a very long wire in their back yard. Said dog also chewed the back end of our Subaru. We didn't mention it because at the time we were not feuding and thought "wow, he'd be really embarrassed if we told him, let's just let it go"

HA! hindsight has 20/20 vision huh?

It gets worse. T1 has LONGED for a beagle. He wants one so so so bad. I told him that we didn't live somewhere that a beagle could be happy. Beagles have a tendency to want to roam even when they're fixed. You simply can't keep them home. Then there's the howl. Beagles are born with a hunting tool and it is that tell tale bellow. This is not something that I was willing to put the neighborhood through. Apparently some other dumb a$$ is willing.

If I had been able to pinpoint the actual location of the dump, it would be on his door step. This isn't the first time we've caught him up in our yard nosing around. It irritates me. He does it every time he thinks we're not home. I supposed I could have gone out and said something to him but the photographic evidence was more fun this time.

Since I'm spilling my guts about this on this blog now, I'll tell you about his shed catching fire later! It's a good one.

This post brought to you by fiber cable.