~Every picture tells a story, story~
I woke up this morning THINKING. I just hate
it when I think so much, so I decided to get up and write.
My husband’s brother, was the first to live in our little slice of nature, Camp Tobacco. When I met his wife, I was amazed. She is a bow hunter. She is a hog hunter, as the picture above exemplifies her success in this endeavor. I was impressed. Not everyone can track down a hog and kill it with a bow and arrow.
I became unimpressed, when I stopped by the house and saw sixteen pit bull dogs in the front yard. Needless to say, I was a bit nervous. She had a three year old child, at the time. I was soon to find out that mama dog had a litter of puppies in the bathroom of the cabin and there was a birthday party planned for her (my husband’s sister-in-law) daughter. I wonder to this day, who would bring their child to a party where there are sixteen pit bull dogs.
Hog hunters, that’s who. Hog hunters and the friends of hog hunters.
I held my breath for a week waiting for that birthday party to come and go.
I was told that my problem was, “You are prejudiced against the breed”.
Needless to say, I evicted them. We have not spoken since. That was nine years ago.
I had tried to get help from the county concerning these dogs and of course I got nowhere. After my husband’s family left, I commenced upon a clean up campaign of the yard. I brought the trash to the front of the yard, sorting it correctly for disposal. I was given a citation. What?
Then I was given another citation for the truck that my brother-in-law abandoned. I sold it for junk. I never wanted it there to begin with.
This is my neighbor’s yard. It has been in this condition since I purchased this property, ten years ago.
And this is the property next to them.
Currently, my immediate next door neighbor is dumping trash on the back of my property and I was told that if I made a formal complaint that I will be given the ticket. They will have no repercussions. Huh?
They say justice is a blind woman and I believe it!
In the meantime, as I deal with the poor vision of the county officials in my hometown, I wish the best to husband’s sister-in-law.
May the wind always be at the back of her pick up.
May her dogs, horses, chickens and children always be safe.
And may she bring home the bacon, until the cows come home, the good Lord willing and the creek don’t rise.
I mean that, I truly do.
After all, to each his own said the old woman that kissed the cow.
However, if my neighbor kissed a cow, it would be ok. If I kissed a cow ~ well ~ we all know what would happen, don’t we.
*The photo in this post is not mine.