My sister visited yesterday and not being aware, left our front gate open through which Toe made his escape to finally find and take care of that damn rabbit that has been in our driveway driving him over the wall insane.
I went running after Toe... he was at the neighbor's house. The neighbor to the East of us... the family that is ... hmmm. How do you say? Harmless, nice enough and yet so incredibly annoying and not really very smaht. No. Not smaht at all.
IE: Took a couple years for them to build a "yard" for the dogs... in those years dogs either got hit by cars or were picked up by the humane society and it was easier for them to leave the dog at the humane society vs. paying the fine.
Shooting guns for the fun of it, but shot toward Mrs. Kravitz's house and there is buckshot in her exterior house walls.
Keeping horses in a pasture that has t-posts, sagging, mish-mosh of "fencing" made of wire, baling twine, barb wire - so low in spots I could easily step over it so the horses got out and ran around the neighborhood regularly til he took them to the sale barn.
Now his daughter, son-in-law and their children have moved in... I come home to naked boys (5-7 or 8?) running around outside in the summer. Nice.
Couple of winters ago, one of the said boys from above was small - 2ish? And the wee boy was outside with only a diaper on and it was mid-30s... maybe low 40s. Not freezing but not weather you want a naked 2yr old in. Anyway, he made his way down the pasture and to Mrs. Kravitz's house (a long trek for a 2yr old)... they found him, scooped him up and took him back to dumb ass (oh, did I say dumb ass? Sorry about that. I meant neighbor...) The response? "Oh, he does that all the time!"
Now that you have a somewhat pix of these neighbors... that is where Toe had gone. I walk over, see Toe. He is in the back part of their house where the dilapidated garage is, driveway with large dirt parking area. The 2 little boys are sitting on the ground, playing in the dirt... there are a couple metal mixing bowls, rusted pans and an aluminum paint tray for roller brushes...
Toe sees me and comes over... they are yelling at him and shooing him away. I pick him up and say "Whoops, we had an escapee - sorry about that!"
"Oh, we just didn't want him to get near those bowls and stuff. The boys thought it'd be fun to fill them with white gasoline."
You have fun playing with your gasoline and your kids under the age of 10.
Good grief. What is it that Ron White says? You can't fix stupid. He is 100% dead on with that statement.
Happy Labor Day everyone!