Day: July 23, 2023

Either this last winter broke them or the increasingly annoying situation with Crazy Pants did.

Come to think of it, I haven’t seen them taking their usual walks lately.

Crazy Pants and her…

Whatever the hell he is, went from having two annoying Chihuahuas to having a pack of very annoying Chihuahuas. The pack is often roaming around the neighborhood so you never know if you’re going to be attacked.

Even if they are in their yard, It is not possible to walk in front of my house, or indeed anywhere on the street without being barked at constantly.

I have also wondered about the status of their various shots. Rabies for example?

This is a redux of every dog, or dogs, Crazy Pants has had for 20+ years. At least in this case they’re Chihuahuas, not some indeterminant aggressive Wolf hybrid.

Years ago, the county had to remove five or six wolf hybrids from Crazy Pants because she had zero control over them and they were beginning to threaten everyone in the neighborhood.

The Chihuahuas too, are becoming a nuisance. I saw them surround a woman who was walking on the street 1/2 block away from Crazy Pants yard the other day. I’m sure the county is going to be called any day. Will they do anything? Probably not.

If the county did actually show up it would be interesting, the dogs, the obscenities screamed all the time, the guy living with her is sleeping in a shed in back of the house because he’s afraid she’ll gut him in his sleep. Let’s not even discuss the trash, junk, and debris over there… Ohhh if the county could be bothered to come up, they’d have a field day.

That’s a big IF.

Crazy Pants has a habit of going to the Young Couple’s fence and just standing there staring at the house. I’m sure that must be un-nerving…

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The young couple is asking a lot of money for their house. I hope they get it.

I wonder what it would be like to live in a place where you weren’t held hostage? The county’s inaction with Crazy Pants has led to a situation where effectively the neighborhood is held hostage.

I suppose the rot will spread. It already has in a way.

The cabin next to Crazy Pants is a nice place, but it’s never occupied because the owner can’t get any rest if he’s up. Crazy Pants is shouting and screaming like she’s being murdered the whole time he’s there.

A neighbor adjacent to Crazy Pants hides in his house all the time. The “A-frame” across the street was converted to an Air B&B when the former owner died. Other houses around Crazy Pants seem to change hands about every 2 to 4 years.

In short, the neighborhood is getting more transient. The faster the turnover, the more likely there’ll be trashy people occupying the homes and then the spiral down begins in earnest.

The cops and the county talk about Crazy Pants “rights” as a homeowner. The unspoken part of that is; what about everyone else’s rights as homeowners?

The pack of Chihuahuas gets stirred up at almost anything. Once the barking begins it’s like one of them has to have the last word so they don’t stop.

Their yapping is punctuated by the boyfriend yelling, “SHUT UP” all the time. You’d think that at minimum a noise complaint would be possible. It’s not, the boyfriend is constantly running power tools over there at all hours of the day and night. The cops and county don’t care.

Compared to the power tools, the Chihuahuas barking is almost preferable. I said almost.

In a strange way I’m grateful the trash is over there. Every single “shutup,” power tool noise at 11:00pm, or screaming obscene rant from Crazy Pants, reenforces to me that I need to get out of here.

I love my view, I even like my house and neighbors on my street. But after 20 years of this bullshit, I guess it’s time to go.

The stupid, the trashy, the shitty, always win. They always attract more of their kind and where 2 or more of their kind gather, drama ensues.

There’s another man down the road a bit. He’s trashy like Crazy Pants and her fella.

He actually walked up the hill several times this last weekend to yell about something Crazy Couple did or didn’t do. (I was sorta hoping for him to have a heart attack but alas…) He’d get almost to Crazy Couple’s street and sit and rest on the stairs of an unoccupied cabin. He’d be huffing and puffing like mad for a good 5 to 10 minutes. (Now you know why I was expecting a heart attack,) Then he’d make his way to Crazy Couple’s house and start yelling. He usually drives his truck with no mufflers, then starts screaming at them. I guess he didn’t want Crazy Couple to know he was coming, or he was out of gas.

Ah well, Back to sorting and tossing!