Neighborhood Chuchos
Posted on October 12, 2007 - Filed Under Personal |
There are two dogs who live next door and both of them are horrid animals. One, in particular, is simply evil. He is black and thin and has this wolfish, hungry, mean look to him. And he is a lot like his owners, he will stare you down, then wander off as if he couldn´t care less.
The other, Bobbi, is a yellow mutt who is frightened of his own shadow, but still bold enough to slip into places he ought not to be. This dog was worse, but about a year ago, the back neighbor (same one who killed my poor Niko) hit the dog with a machete and left a massive gash in his head and he has never been the same. Both are mixes of who knows what, so here they are called chuchos. An aptly ugly name, I think.
Now, normally, I don´t mind animals, but these dogs are the worst animals I´ve ever met! The black one seriously isn´t afraid. He will walk right into my house and grab food off the STOVE! The other day, one of my pots went missing. I saw one, but it is my only one. I had left it in the pila and in the morning it was just gone. Irving found it, licked clean, on the other side of the property where the dogs have a place where they get through the fence. Here on my side, we have a piece of tin blocking the way, but both of them can jump and scramble over it and they do this very noisily all through the night.
Not only do they steal my dishes (back when Dorian was a baby, most of my baking things mysteriously vanished, we don´t know if it was the neighbors or the dogs), tear diapers out of the garbage and leave them strewn about in pieces, they also defecate EVERYWHERE. See, the owners don´t let them do their business over there, so they come here to do it. Where my son plays. Every morning I have to go out and scan the area and scoop up any crud left behind. Which I then toss over the fence. I think it´s only fair.
Today, once again, they opened the garbage can and dragged out diapers. I´m so frustrated I could scream. In fact, if one of them shows their face around here today, I swear I will wring it´s scrawny little neck. By hand. Without feeling a drop of remorse.
Ok, rant over. Back to your regular scheduled blogging.
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