three dogs that bark constantly...the people encourage the dogs. i remove something from the house, and it appears in their yard overnight...
"no one owns that stuff, the old guy died..." really they said this to me...
since it is so hot outside just now...i have been staying inside...an every damn night my gas tank is emptied...
so finally the other night...i am staked out in the yard...o dark thirty...i see movement, i check it out...here is the neighbor{ should i use that term} in an old fashioned night dress...he pulled up the night shirt an he is beating the band...
'WTF is wrong with you', i scream as i head for him with the correct tool to seperate the offending appendage...{bad donald}
so i realize this is not 1887 and i had best go get a copper...instead of the ant hill an honey...
i talk to an officer, one i know and have had good interactions...him an his buddies are rolling on the floor as i relate the story...
he says he will check it out tomorrow, an when he arrives, just stay inside out of the way....ok
so he shows up...opens the gate with the barking damn dogs and right off....he is dog bit...
now ,as i am reading about al sieber, i hear...something likeb" i got 14 bullets or 14 days for that dog...show me his papers." in that fine command voice he learned in the military...
well... the people don't have regestration for any of the three dogs...nor are half the people citizens...
the officer calls for backup...now ALL the coppers in the north end of the valley show up...with the fire department...a total CF...honest.
now i didn't want the officer to get bit...an i went to the hospitial to check on him...
damn... turns out, the night shirt guy just got out of prison...pedophile...living in a house with around five young girls an one little boy....
i think i just became a republican, ship this guy out of the country NOW....or let me use some honey and a few of my apache friends...
