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Crazy Bald Guy.

He has an American bulldog. One day it seemed he’d snapped. He was yelling at his dog and chasing the poor thing around the yard across the street. Mrs. L.A. said she’s heard him yelling at the dog other times. So he’s ‘Crazy Bald Guy’. We haven’t heard him yelling at his dog in quite a long time.

Crazy Bald Guy walks. A lot. We’ve seen him down the road, five miles away and still outbound. And he always has his dog. The dog obviously has hip dysplasia, so Crazy Bald Guy takes a stroller with him on his walks. It seems the dog limps behind him on the way out, and rides the stroller, with a huge doggie smile on his face, on the way in.

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I lived near an elderly woman who developed some world class paranoia over the years. For some reason she began to target my son with accusations of killing her animal(s). I am not sure if she had one or two dogs at the time but they never came out of the house as far as I could tell. God knows what the inside of her dwelling smelled like.

My son purchased an old car that needed some work. Apparently one day he forgot to tighten something and oil leaked out on the front street. Some of the oil ended up on the street in front of her house.

We bought kitty litter and decided to let it sit until later in the day as we both had to work.

I received a call from my father a few hours later with some perplexing commentary on what had just transpired in front of my house. He came by to drop something off and saw a gaggle of guys in coats that said DEP. It took me a minute to grab onto to the correct alphabet acronym identification during the conversation. Department of Environmental Protection. I didn’t even know these guys had a hotline.

My father decided to question and they reported that they had revived a call from my elderly neighbor lady claiming that my son was trying to poison her animals. She assumed that the kitty litter/oil combo on the street outside her house was meant to kill her dog(s) - the one(s) which never came outside.

There was no fallout on my end as they could clearly see that it was a pile of kitty litter working on absorbing a minor oil spill. Never even got a phone call.

I tried to engage her on a neighborly level of chit chat but her paranoia wouldn’t bend.

She died about 3 years ago and the house sits empty. All the windows are closed. I can’t imagine what it smells like in there.

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Are the dogs still inside?

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For awhile I had a woman and her disabled teenage daughter living down the street from me. Both had disabilities, mom’s were physical and the girl’s were developmental. The mom told outlandish stories and always was in some form of crisis, the girl was kicked out of various schools due issues exacerbated by her mother, who whined that they didn’t “understand” her daughter. She spent most of her money on cigarettes and soda. At one point she bred her Chihuahua with a neighbor’s dog and they had 5 or 6 puppies living with them.

A family moved in down the road from and they were a major PITA the full eight years they were here. Their son was allowed to roam wild, destroying property and being a nuisance, their teenage daughter had a child and neglected it, they had a succession of animals that got substandard care:

An unneutered male dog that was left in their back yard, never walked and would periodically get loose. They would make feeble attempts to retrieve it.

They bought a puppy, left in their backyard to cry 24/7. The mom told me the dog was a girl and they planned to breed her when she was old enough. Thankfully that never happened and they got rid of her at some point.

They bought a territorial dog that would charge you, growling, with teeth bared. AC was called several times and they tied the dog up out front of their house, but it could still reach the road. The dog vanished after an AC officer talked to them for a second time.

They had a bunny in a cage that sat in their garage after Easter.

They bought a pair of pot bellied pigs and, again, planned to breed them. Those disappeared quicker than the dogs did due to the mom getting tired of them.

The mom disappears, rumor is she died, and the dad buys a pair of ATVs that then they ride up and down the road at dangerous speeds, all over other people’s property and at all hours of the day and night.

Thank fully they moved away several months ago.

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No the dog was killed (euthanized) after the woman died. If I recall at the time she died there was only one. The son told me that he wanted them to be together so it was only natural that they should put the dog down once the woman had passed on.

I simply nodded and didn’t say anything. Everyone has different opinions on these things. Perhaps they had no one to take care of it.

Even though there is another son who I believe is a vet in the local area. Maybe he did the deed. I don’t really talk much with the son that comes around. He works odd hours and about once a month I see lights on in the house around midnight.

As long as I have lived here I never saw a window open in the place. And I never saw the dog come outside. Her son said she had paper put up for them somewhere in the house.

I’ve never seen anyone clean it or take anything out. So the odors in there must be astounding.

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Eet vass joke. :wink:

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I figured as much…but just thought I would carry on with the rest of the story…odd as the whole thing was. :slight_smile:

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And blankets.

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When I was little, we had a generally pleasant but idiot neighbour who collected rusty old cars, kept pigs (our houses were attached, it stank our yard up something awful), and bought a goat with the intention of getting milk. He was apparently unaware of the fact that goats didn’t just constantly produce milk for the fun of it, so when it failed to produce anything, he gradually let the horrible animal go feral. It used to attack me every time I went outside our fence, and occasionally got into our vegetable garden.

Goats are pretty much my least favourite mammal to this day.

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Chances are, the animal was too sickly to be rehabilitated. :frowning:

I had some upstairs neighbors who constantly rearranged their furniture, at all hours of the day and night. They ended up getting kicked out because the wife started two cooking fires, a few months apart. The second one was at 1am.

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When we were first married, we rented a nice little old one-story house in Arlington, VA. Our next door neighbors were an elderly couple, Jane and Bob, that were very nice to us, although we could have done without the frequent hints that we ought to go to church with them.

One summery Saturday, husband and I got frisky in the bedroom, which involved a bit of, ah, sound effects. The window by the bed was open a crack to let the day’s lovely breeze waft through. Suddenly we noticed some rustling noises right outside.

We put on some clothes and went outside to see what was going on, and there was Bob, standing right next to our bedroom window, trimming the ivy that climbed the brick wall.

Bob was pretty deaf, so we were never sure if he was trimming the ivy as an excuse to listen to the activities going on inside, or he was so deaf that he really didn’t realize what was happening a few feet away, and was just trying to be a nice neighbor by doing gardening for us, unasked. Seems most likely it was the former, however.

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My neighbor in North Minneapolis and his wife were… strange.

I played paintball in the 90’s. One day I come home from playing, I’m getting out of my car in full camo and I pull my paintball gun out of the trunk, you know, the kind with the huge 200 ball hopper on the top when I hear, very loud, “He’s got a gun!!!” It came from my neighbor’s house. The only window that was open was the kitchen window, about an inch. And I heard her as if she was standing out in the middle of the yard screaming.

They had this sandbox like area in their backyard, covered up with a tarp most of the year. Every summer, about a half-dozen times, they’d both be out there ‘working’ on it for a few hours. Just sitting there and piddling around. No clue what they were doing or why.

Was tearing down his garage by himself. For several days in a row, he was out on top of it with a hammer, making a racket, from like 5am to 7am and 11pm to after midnight. I asked him to stop several times, but he just ignored me.

He had 5 cars, only one of which was drivable.

When I had moved out and was living in my then-wife’s house, I came back one last time to grab some things out of the house and the basement before I sold it. His one working car was parked in such a way that I could not open the garage door (right up against it) nor could I get through my gate. I knocked on their door loudly a couple of times but no answer. I called the police. A cop drove by, knocked on their door, no answer, suggested that I call and have it towed. So I did. Was just amazing that he didn’t just park in my driveway (space for 2 cars), but perfectly so that I could neither get the garage door open or through the gate. Fucker. I felt kind of bad about towing his one good car, since I knew they weren’t well off financially and he still hadn’t fixed the broken window on it after about six months, but seriously, WTF???

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For several years, there was a decrepit old pervert living across the street from me. Every year on Halloween, after the first trick-or-treater came, this neighbor would knock on my door to explain that he had run out of candy and ask to borrow some of mine.

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What I cannot figure out is most of these posts are neighbors in unattached housing. So I cant see how people can live in apartments with neighbors above, below, and on each side. Or maybe their is less of a problem since renters have to follow more rules?

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My underground garage ‘neighbor’ put a large couch and a pile of tires in the back of his stall and would work on his car down there.

Well, up until late June, when he changed his oil and just let the used oil out on the floor. Then didn’t bother cleaning it up, just threw some old cardboard on top of it. :smack:

That was the end of his parking in the underground garage. Wouldn’t be surprised if he was evicted too. The building maintenance people threw his couch and tires out by the garbage dumpster.

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Here’s an apartment one from when I lived in L.A.

I used to get up early to exercise. And there were a couple of years I had to commute 70 miles to San Bernardino. So I needed to sleep. Every night at around ten o’clock, my upstairs neighbours would have sex. Every night. And their bedsprings squeaked. After being awakened too many times, I left a note on their door in forming them of the situation, and suggesting they replace their box springs. They bought a new bed. (No hard feelings, and apparently they weren’t too embarrassed. We became somewhat social.)

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My upstairs neighbor played the drums and sounded like he kept a herd of elephants up there. Luckily he never seemed to be around when I slept, so I ignored it.

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In my experience the worst neighbors have been yard obsessives.

I may have posted this story elsewhere, but when we rented a small house while I was in med school, a neighbor promptly arrived to inform me that a part of our yard was really his property and he’d be coming over the fence to maintain it (I told him he’d have to take that up with my landlord). He showed up in the fall uninvited because the skinny little tree on our front lawn had dropped its pitiful few leaves and he just had to rake and bag them before they had a chance to blow over on his pristine little acreage. Then his even stranger wife showed up in our yard, lurking under the bedroom window (when Mrs. J. phoned to inform her this was a no-no, she claimed she was picking up paper trash, then screamed at Mrs. J. and slammed down the phone).
Once while shoveling snow off the front walk I cleared space about three inches into his side of the property line. Mr. Obsessive* was not pleased. :smiley:

*he was the choir director at a local Lutheran college.

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  1. There are two known drug dealers in my tract/'hood. One lives on my street.

  2. Around the corner, somebody apparently flicked a cigarette butt onto the neighbor’s property, sparking a fire that destroyed at least one vehicle, the garage, trees, trash barrels, patio, and part of the main house.

  3. The jerks who live across the street are known for setting off explosive illegal fireworks in their back yard. They’re probably also egging my house. I have to get a camera.

Thank goodness that most of the folks around here are pretty decent. One does my hair cut and color. Another watches over my house and my cat if I am not around. Others take walks with me in the evenings.

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My mother’s back yard is an empty lot, like a field, reaching to the next street. Her neighbor to the side, in the back, was a real jerk for decades. They were on bad terms from day one. He gradually encroached on her property and took some of her land in the back, when putting in a new, wider driveway. No one paid much attention at the time, of course, and Mom was just furious when she found out. It will be a pain when it comes time to sell the house and we’ll have to have a surveyor out:mad: . Also, as mom aged, she turned from a raving animal lover to a super-raving animal lover and would call me complaining that now the jerk neighbor got a new dog. Mom said the new dog was sitting out under a tree in his yard day and night, no shelter, no nothing. She threatened to call the animal control and the police and carried on so! I manned up, went over there to take a look at poor doggie. Mom was in such a state! “How is it? How is that poor dog doing?” “Fine”, I said, “for AN IRON STATUE OF A DOG.” :rolleyes:

For us, we’ve had lemons for neighbors, but the house next door to us, has been bought and sold six times in 30 years. None of those neighbors ever said two words to us. We invited one batch over for a barbeque and they said, ‘that will never happen’. I said ‘hi, welcome to the neighborhood’ when another batch moved in and they just stared as if they didn’t speak English. (They did. They were English teachers in the district.) The ones before the ones that are here now ran some mail order thing, boxes always piled up on their porch. Husband said he heard it was pornography of some sort, we would get their mail from what husband called ‘the rubber dick supply house’. :confused: I could write a book about the clods living over there. Life doesn’t imitate the movies. Or tv.