Hubby and I own two houses.  We live in one and rent the other (a duplex) out.

This is definitely not the path we would have chosen for ourselves, but it is what it is and so we do the best we can.

The duplex was owned by my grandmother and her brother, then my mother and HER brother and then by Hubby and me.  I basically grew up there, I raised my three girls there, it is the place I think of when I say “Home.”

The neighborhood where the duplex is located is a really nice neighborhood.  The houses are old and many of the neighbors are too.  The trouble with this neighborhood is, it is slowly deteriorating and some trouble makers have been slowly creeping in.

I tell you all this to give you a simple background for the couple of stories I am about to share.  Both stories involve the tenant in the duplex next door to ours.

It was March 2009 when my tenant called me and told me the next door neighbor (Bobby) was dropping his puppies over the five foot fence into my yard so his puppies could run around.  Dropping puppies over a five foot fence.

I about lost my mind.

Of course I called the police.

This a-hole apparently was afraid of the police, so when they knocked at his door, he ran.  The police officer argued with Bobby’s girlfriend who steadfastly denied that he’d been there, insisting it was her son instead.

Eventually Bobby wandered back towards the house and had a conversation with the police officer.   Who told him way nicer than I would have that WE DON’T DROP PUPPIES.  PERIOD.

Nor should he be putting his puppies in our yard.

After asking me if I wanted to buy one of his puppies, it seemed like the conversation was over.

Just as Hubby and I were preparing to get back into our car, a mini-van pulled up and a very attractive black man strode across the street, sticking his finger in Bobby’s face and letting loose with a string of profanities and accusations.

The police officer tapped the transmitter on his shoulder and said, “Send back up.”

The duplex sits on the corner of a street that intersects with another, because of this there is street access from three different directions.  Police cars came in from all three directions.  There were at least seven cars with just as many officers.

Hubby and I looked at each other and each took a giant step backwards.

Apparently when the police had knocked on the door, Bobby had run out the basement and went to his ‘friends’ house.  He busted in and scared this man’s wife.  His ‘friend’ didn’t take kindly to it.

Eventually all of the police officers on the scene settled the situation down and Hubby and I went home.

Shortly after that my tenant reported that Bobby was high on something and creating a ruckus.  She called the police and he was taken out of the house stark naked.

After the naked incident, I heard Bobby went to rehab. We didn’t have anymore trouble with Bobby until last Friday.

Yes, I told you I had two stories about dogs while I was on vacation, but it’s rather lengthy so you’ll have to check back tomorrow…..

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