Sigh.
A few weeks ago, there was this guy walking down my parents' road. As far as anyone knows, he doesn't actually live on the road (and their road doesn't lead anywhere, so he's not taking any shortcuts). Anyway, the day after I saw this guy, I found out he'd not just been walking down the road - he'd been shooting my parents' next door neighbors' dog. I never got the whole story, but from what I understand, the dog was in their yard (with its owner), barked, and the guy shot him in the leg. Needless to say, this left my family and other neighbors on edge for a while.
So, today I found out this guy is not the only person who likes to go around killing people's harmless family pets. Turns out my next door neighbor has the same pastime.
I know I've explained this before, but I live on a tiny road, about half a mile from my parents. My landlord and her family own most of the property that is on this road (my family owns the rest), which includes their houses and a few rental houses. I live in one of the rentals, my landlord's daughter lives in another, and this weird old couple lives in another. My family and my landlord's family's properties are side by side, so between everyone there is like 30 to 40 acres. We're away from the street, so we all let our pets roam free.
Well, my landlord's daughter had this dog that's fairly old. She was really sweet from what I knew of her and stayed around their house (I rarely saw her). Apparently, a few nights ago, said dog went outside for a little bit and came back inside and died. Long story short, she'd been poisoned. Again, I'm sketchy on the details, but they believe it was the weird old couple, and I would not be at all surprised. They creeped me out. Anyway, that couple will be moving within the next month or so. Until then, I'm keeping my girls on a tight leash...
This kind of sucks, because it's nice to get up in the morning and just let them out the door, but I'm trying to see this as an opportunity to ease back into exercising after all of my injuries. I just have to figure out how I'm going to handle it at night - there is NO light back here.
So, after hearing about this, I've been kind of on edge all day. I went to my parents' house tonight to watch The River as I've been doing every Tuesday night, and before I left, I told my mom I was going to walk the dogs around her yard and my grandfather's yard, because they actually have streetlights. Full disclosure: I was in my pajamas. I mean, my parents were the only people who were going to see me. So, I go outside, and I'm stepping off their porch, and one of my dogs starts barking like she sees someone. She tends to do this often, so I thought nothing of it. I took another step down off the porch and all of the sudden I hear a man yell. And not from across the street or next door, but from maybe ten feet in front of me. I screamed and ran back up the stairs and tried to get back into the house, but I'd locked the door on my way out.
I never figured out who or what it was, but needless to say, I didn't walk the dogs.
So, that's been my excitement for the day. It's not like we live in a bad part of town; it's actually a little country road with very few houses, but as the older people who've lived here for years have been dying off, their kids either move in or rent the place out, and I'm not going to knock renters - I am one myself at the moment - but they tend to be bad news around here. Life was so much easier when I lived in the city, but then again, I was a block from the police department.
A few weeks ago, there was this guy walking down my parents' road. As far as anyone knows, he doesn't actually live on the road (and their road doesn't lead anywhere, so he's not taking any shortcuts). Anyway, the day after I saw this guy, I found out he'd not just been walking down the road - he'd been shooting my parents' next door neighbors' dog. I never got the whole story, but from what I understand, the dog was in their yard (with its owner), barked, and the guy shot him in the leg. Needless to say, this left my family and other neighbors on edge for a while.
So, today I found out this guy is not the only person who likes to go around killing people's harmless family pets. Turns out my next door neighbor has the same pastime.
I know I've explained this before, but I live on a tiny road, about half a mile from my parents. My landlord and her family own most of the property that is on this road (my family owns the rest), which includes their houses and a few rental houses. I live in one of the rentals, my landlord's daughter lives in another, and this weird old couple lives in another. My family and my landlord's family's properties are side by side, so between everyone there is like 30 to 40 acres. We're away from the street, so we all let our pets roam free.
Well, my landlord's daughter had this dog that's fairly old. She was really sweet from what I knew of her and stayed around their house (I rarely saw her). Apparently, a few nights ago, said dog went outside for a little bit and came back inside and died. Long story short, she'd been poisoned. Again, I'm sketchy on the details, but they believe it was the weird old couple, and I would not be at all surprised. They creeped me out. Anyway, that couple will be moving within the next month or so. Until then, I'm keeping my girls on a tight leash...
This kind of sucks, because it's nice to get up in the morning and just let them out the door, but I'm trying to see this as an opportunity to ease back into exercising after all of my injuries. I just have to figure out how I'm going to handle it at night - there is NO light back here.
So, after hearing about this, I've been kind of on edge all day. I went to my parents' house tonight to watch The River as I've been doing every Tuesday night, and before I left, I told my mom I was going to walk the dogs around her yard and my grandfather's yard, because they actually have streetlights. Full disclosure: I was in my pajamas. I mean, my parents were the only people who were going to see me. So, I go outside, and I'm stepping off their porch, and one of my dogs starts barking like she sees someone. She tends to do this often, so I thought nothing of it. I took another step down off the porch and all of the sudden I hear a man yell. And not from across the street or next door, but from maybe ten feet in front of me. I screamed and ran back up the stairs and tried to get back into the house, but I'd locked the door on my way out.
I never figured out who or what it was, but needless to say, I didn't walk the dogs.
So, that's been my excitement for the day. It's not like we live in a bad part of town; it's actually a little country road with very few houses, but as the older people who've lived here for years have been dying off, their kids either move in or rent the place out, and I'm not going to knock renters - I am one myself at the moment - but they tend to be bad news around here. Life was so much easier when I lived in the city, but then again, I was a block from the police department.
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