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A message from Butters

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I know Butters, I know. And I’m trying.

I’ve tried alerting the manager of the home.  I’ve tried visiting the home – under the guise of passing off some old toys for the pup.

I try telling the pup “Good Boy!” when I get home.

Today – I was playing outside with Butters – and the neighbors dog ran for his tennis ball that we had given him.  He wanted to play.

I couldn’t play with him.

And no one inside his ‘home’ will play with him.

So how long until he just ‘gives up’?

I noticed him outside earlier with the toys we’d given him, and am sharing here.

Before I played with Butters:

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After playing with Butters, and the tennis ball retrieved in attempt to join in:

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It gets cold here … freezing at night and to see this pup curled up into the tightest ball to stay warm.  He hears someone in the house close to the door and digs and scratches at the door wanting to be inside.

It breaks my heart.

If the ‘owners’ ever respond to the notices that they are not allowed to have this dog – I hope I can count on you to help me find him a forever home.

 

 

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Minimal Parenting State of Frustration

Come on down folks!

You can carry concealed weapons with no license AND it’s a Minimal Parenting State!

Seriously.

My frustration level today was at a full Spinal Tap 11.

I had my annual property inspection this morning.

All went well. Considering I’m a goody two shoes and have been cleaning like an OCD queen for a year, there wasn’t really any doubt about that.

Feels intrusive though – taking photos of every room – my bedroom, all my precious things.  (almost expected them to bring in a table with stirrups for a full examination)  The bathrooms – our towels and toiletries.  Even Butters!!!

Don’t get me wrong, the people who manage the property I live in are really nice. I also understand why the homeowner is well within his or her right to know what condition their investment is in.

I’m just saying the inspection itself feels like a cell check. A reminder that where you are is not yours – and someone else has a set of keys and a set of rules.

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Speaking of rules.

This was also my time to mention anything that needed fixing etc.

Well, other than some minor items, an obvious thing that needs fixing is the behavior of ‘the neighbors’.

Both homes are owned by the same person and managed by the same company.

I brought up recent events (the dog’s appearance, the witnessed dog abuse, the traffic/drug-likelihood continuance, yelling at the children)

I bring it up because I can’t escape it!

I’m no Mrs. Kravitz!!  I’m not a ‘Curtain Twitcher’ (as my Nannie would say)

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Every room I spend a lot of time in (kitchen, living room, bedroom) have windows directly facing ‘them’.

Walls are thin – I hear every car, every verbal barb from my couch – I assure you, I am not pressed against the wall with my ear to a cup.

I cannot enjoy the sanctuary that ‘home’ should be with the uncomfortable dysfunction constantly on display.

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Fast forward.

I told the inspector that I was done.

It doesn’t seem fair that I follow the rules, and can’t enjoy my home to the fullest.

I received an email at work from the landlord.

She was going to call CPS and if they did not renew the tenancy, would I consider staying?

Wow.

Yeah – of course. (I actually wasn’t intending to leave.)

The yard is a great size for Butters – I don’t feel like her barking interferes with anyone (no direct neighbors that we’re butted up against) and I’ve been in the home for 4 years and am settled. The inspector today kept saying how cozy I’d made the place. And it’s true.

It is cozy.

If you can shut out the world and just be in the moment – it’s a hell of a homey, cozy place to be.

I received another email from the landlord.

Apparently, the State I live in is a ‘minimal parenting’ State.

Huh?!?!

What is this, and why didn’t I know about this when Nic was under 18?

You mean I didn’t have to supply love, entertainment, attention to his education etc??? What the hell?

I joke of course.

The landlady had an example for me, and I quote:

Do you know that if someone is dealing drugs out of their home and they are not doing it in front of the children and the drugs are locked up so the kids cannot get to them that it is not a danger and therefore they cannot do anything!!”

Wow.

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There was another example:

“I was dumbfounded when I asked her what would constitute getting them involved and the responses made me so mad!  She told me that if someone had dog feces all over there floor, with children in the house, that if the children were crawling through it or at an age to still not understand not to put it in their mouth that would be an issue. 

If the same situation occurred and the child was 6 or 7 and knew not to put it in their mouth that would not be an issue.  I don’t understand how that cannot be health and safety????!!!!!”

Again, Wow.

We went back and forth and exchanged exasperation and ideas. I finally mentioned that the dog’s waste is not picked up and is located amongst the childrens backyard toys.

Two are under 6.

Grasping at straws I know!

That failing, they could at least call ‘the neighbors’ out on the unofficial dog and we can get that innocent party out of the mix.

In order to keep Butters, I MUST have renters insurance and had to put a pet deposit down. They should have to do the same!

And I don’t say that in a ‘wah wah’ tantrum way … I say it because it is NOT fair that there are people who follow rules and people who don’t and the ones who don’t seem to get away with it.

I think (especially before Christmas) that might be something they won’t want to do and they’ll opt to relinquish the dog.

It should have no problem finding a home – it’s a sweetheart.

 

What keeps returning to my thoughts though is how on earth is anyone supposed to prevent a tragedy?

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The minute a child is killed or found in a disgusting environment, strangers comment ‘why didn’t anyone DO anything about this?’  And they tut and sneer and judge. (I know I have.)

Well people, guess what?  I bet someone TRIED to do something and there were no avenues for them to take.

I’ve called the Sheriff.

I’ve advised the landlord.

CPS has been spoken to.

And as I type, I’m still across from that family – and unless someone is seen walking out of their house holding a bag of drugs or they beat their children in the middle of the street – or they … gawd, what?

Unless they WHAT??

What IS it going to take to finally do them in?

I don’t know.

But I only want the best for those three children and for that pup.

And yeah – call me crazy – but I still only want the best for the flipping parents too.  Because they were once children.  Whatever makes them capable of being the way they are and lashing out the way they do – needs fixing.

I only want the best for EVERYONE!

 

Related posts:

 The House Next Door

Mustard Monday

The Help and how I almost didn’t

Porch Sounds – what about the children?

A day in the life

 

A day in the life …

Happens to be one of my favorite Beatles songs – and (immediate tangent) if you haven’t yet seen ‘Good Old Freda’ on Netflix yet – and still claim to be a Beatles fan – then go watch it NOW.

On a serious note …

I arrived home – Ah, Friday!  I stopped at the grocery store, came sauntering home with ice cream and dog treats – Noticed nice neighbor who was walking his dogs was battling a rogue dog in the neighborhood. I mean, seriously battling – yanking his pups on their leash and tossing rocks at the offending pup.  After understanding earlier that my son left Butters outside (after an IM) and thinking it was she that had leapt the fence for some reason and was up the street – I  peeled back out of my parking spot and realized my neighbor was battling another dog and it WASN’T Butters – thank goodness – I ‘covered him’ until he got home.

But, there are way too many dogs that are unattended and roam.  Butters is only out when I’m home – and when I hear her urgently bark, my arse is outside checking things out and bringing her in.

Anyway!! Got home again.

Put groceries away – grabbed ipad – went outside (I have a peaceful and lovely view of a vacant lot if I put my blinders on – rabbits – quail – silence)   put my feet up and was greeted by my unavoidable view of ‘THE neighbors’.

The ones I’ve discussed before.

I’ll keep this short – the video should bore you enough, explain a lot and take up enough of your time.

Bottom line – oldest daughter has graduated from hitting dog with hand to hitting dog with stick.  Youngest child is copying oldest and doing same.

The dog that ‘suddenly’ appeared after they had a break in. Or – perceived break in?  Who knows anymore.

I say enough in the video – so let’s let that speak a thousand words (and tangents) and any advice would be appreciated.

I will NOT just LEAVE!  That would render me ‘Ostrich’ and those kids and that poor pup will still be in the same situation.

I have some solutions.  I’m thinking tomorrow, I GO to the Sheriff department and just spill all I know. I have a home inspection next week and I plan to share all I know about the neighbors with them.

I’m doing all I can while protecting my own.  And while I wish I was one of those people who did the right thing ‘come what may’ – I have others to think about. My son – my dog.

And when people are on drugs – and when people are violent – there’s no rationalizing with them.