I heard a saying once that the good lord made the countryside,people made the city, and the devil made the small town.
After two years in a place we moved to in the hopes of finding some peace & quiet, now I know what they mean.
One of our neighbors is the mayor’s (grand)kid.
She hates us, and our animals.
The cops just came pounding on our door.
***UPDATE***
so, here’s what happened:
My mom & dad live across the street from us, next to the cat-hating mayor’s grandbaby. No, we don’t know if it was them who made the call, It could’ve been the people on the corner who let their dogs run loose & trap cats to bring to animal control. It coulda been the city councilman aroud the corner. It coulda been the cop married to the neigborhood gossip who have weekly parties you can hear down the block & let their friends park in our parking lot and we’ve never complained because we’re nice neighbors & hey it’s a parking lot, but until 2 weeks ago never had the courtesy to ask us over. (I may adopt a new policy: If I can hear it, i consider myself invited & free to drink their booze)
The dogs (supposedly) were barking at our house late last night (we have a noise ordinance in effect after 9PM)
Last night around midnight, i’m sitting in Mom & Dad’s living room, reading the intertubes and composing my next post about why Keith Olbermann is the worst person in the world*
BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG!!!!
I call out an alarmed “whoisit”
My dad gets the door, it’s a police officer, answering a “complaint” about the dogs barking. condescending little snot. the house belongs to my sister, so i go get her, she wheels out the door, to the sidewalk. cop stands on the porch over her, screaming at her about the dogs, and how they’ve come out “several times” (bullshit*)
He ignores our assertion that we’re being unfairly targeted, that our house has been vandalized & someone cut a hole in our screen & let the cats out.
When we ask for his name & badge # argues that “we don’t have badge numbers” When we press him for his name he gives his last name, reluctantly.
When we point out that we have no way of knowing if he’s a real police officer her opens us his jacket to show off his badge & taser (FL cops are notoriously taser-happy) I assume he had a gun as well, it’s a safe assumption.
He made it clear that they had been hanging around our house (where we were not) upwards of 20 minutes “listening” to the dogs bark “unprovoked”
He claimed it took an hour and a half to find us at our parent’s house across the street where everybody
the only other time they came about the dogs was well over a year ago, and they were jerks then too