So I Come Home
 

from a weekend on the Cape and the neighbor lady ( a loose term for sure) comes over to bitch us out because her dog was killed by a car while chasing one of the stray cats that we feed.We haven't even unpacked. I express my regrets but she won't shut the f up. I then tell her to get the hell off the property, I've heard enough. 20 minute of "You're an %$%$%$%$%$%$%$" is all that I can take.
Here we go....

That's pretty rediculous. Hope she is not too much of a pain in the ass.

Ask why the dog wasn't under her control and leave it at that...What a moron :hs:

-spence

is there not a leash law???

Personally, I thinks she's upset that her little dog was killed and refuses to take responsibility. Shoulda been on a leash there is a law. But she was trying to sell the blame to me. If she'd just shut her flap, I coulda been nice, never got a word in edge wise until I told her to get the hell off my porch. Pity.

tell her she should have been hit instead of the dog

as a peace offering, just give her one of the stray cats :rotflmao:

4 ounce Hopkins launched from an Arra 1205...a head shot........now that would be a pity!!:rotflmao:

Fred....you ever thought of just not going home??:tooth:

:rotflmao: :rotflmao: :rotflmao:

If that doesn't work use some ..........no I wont go there

Every single day

Maybe you can make amends in a more "physical" manner :humpty: LOL

Needakeepah
 

Not a chance in hell. With her rotted mouth and manners I wonder how she stays married with two kids. (What a lesson they must be learning btw.) Ya know, I've only said hi to her in my life, and don't even know her name.
I'll tell you something, I can understand her being overcome with grief, and denying any and all responsibility. And looking for a scapegoat. But I'll never understand her deplorable manners and foul mouth toward someone who's never done her harm. Having a screeching witch screaming obscenities through my door screen really gets my blood pumping, I coulda knocked her right the h out.
As a kid, my family had a Boston Terrier named Casper. My Mom and brothers and sister still tell stories about that dog, he was one of us. He's also been dead 30+ years. I DO understand......

Fred.. I always think of your home, as that nice old place on that bluff on the Truro Bayside :D

You're right Karl, That is home. I've spent my entire life trying to get back, I get closer every year, I guess.

did casper do back flips?

Casper was a dog that could take a joke, God knows we kids played many on him, and dish it out. His version of sh** rolling down hill: We'd tease him, he'd take it out on the cat. Sneek a little something from the catbox and put it in the couch, ew!. and then watch the cat get beat from the corner. I swear he was smiling...

:D thanks. made my day.always thought animals were smarter than we gave them credit for.

Hurry up it's getting lonely down here. BTW, something nice happened while fishing in front of the HLH early early Saturday morning.

Buggerall!! I went to the wrong LH!!!! PM sent.