Post by Lady Jacqueline on Aug 21, 2008 13:14:52 GMT -1
OK, basically I'm solid sick of the crep my family and I are having to put up with in this stupid little neighborhood we're stuck in.
Nobody likes us, we don't know why (I'd guess at a number of facts, but it wouldn't be polite to post the dubious goings on of this extremely cruddy little local area).
The kids hurl abuse at us from every angle, we can't even let our dogs play in the garden because the kids (I can think of better things to call them) keep teasing the dogs and making them bark, if the dogs keep barking there's a chance someone will complain and then we'll get the crappy end of the stick because some thwaite will possibly come and say they have to go. Now that just isn't fair, we get punished because the no good families have teased our dogs, WTF!
This isn't' the first time we've had dog issues because of neighbours.
A while back we had a Staffordshire Bull Terrier, the most cuddly little chap ever, he was my special needs sisters best friend.
And just after some guy moved into a flat next door (on a corner) we started finding marbles in our garden, which we stupidly thought nothing of. Then shortly after that, Khamere (our dog) began having epileptic fits, terrifyingly dramatic ones at that, we took him to the vets, who did their tests and prescribed him with pills, as a result, the fits calmed down for a while, less often and less dramatic. Marbles were still being found in the masses, still thought nothing of it. Until we got a broken window, I went out side to look for whatever did this, and hey, guess what I found, a nice big marble, a nice big marble with a chip in it. Now it had became very clear why there was a load of marbles (we thought) someone had been lobbing marbles at our window, my parents thought it was the stupid kids from the street. But something made me think someone else, when ever I feel like that I say something, so I told them that I don't think it was the street kids, I think it was the man next door, they didn't agree.
Then oh, surprise surprise, guess what, that man opened his window and looked down to the scene, my parents asked if there were any marbles his side of the fence, he said no, and friendly banter between the two came to the belief it was kids. I still didn't believe this. I decided to keep an eye out, and guess what now, I heard our other dog howling, so I went outside to get her in, then I peeked out of the blinds just after I shut the door, and what did I find, Him, mister next door leaning out of his window looking down at our garden.
I told my parents that I caught him teasing our dog, so my dad went over to the fence and looked over the top, there were tons of marbles over there, Mister next door lied, I wonder why.
We collected all the marbles found in the garden and popped them in a bucket. And everyday we'd go out there to find more, who'd have thought you could grow marbles?
Anyway, Khameres fits got worse again, it really hurts me thinking about it, he was in so much pain, he'd loose all control of his body, the site was the stuff nightmares are made of. He started having them anytime, day or night, and more than one in a day, everyday, one day it got really bad, his legs just split, his eyes were popping out, he couldn't stand up, then when he stopped, I tried to help him up, all covered in saliva and other body fluids, he staggered about and tried to walk up the wall. He didn't know where or who he was. When the parents got back we rushed him to the vets, were he had more, the nurse told me he turned blue during one, he actually stopped breathing, in order to stop the one fit, they had to start pumping hormones into him. When we went to pick him up, he wasn't Khamere anymore, he didn't know his name, he didn't know who we were, he was like a walking ghost. He didn't have any fits for a couple of days, and his medication was trebled.
All whilst this was going on we still had marbles turning up, and the odd light bulb, beer bottle, mostly glass stuff.
Then one day another window got broken, with another big marble. My dad phoned the police, they came around, but because we haven't seen him throw the marble, they couldn't do anything but go and warn him.
Khamere fits started getting bad again, so bad he couldn't sleep in my room any more, so I stayed up down stairs with him, it wasn't his fault, and it wasn't fair. When I was down one night I started running everything through my head. Our dog was perfectly healthy, then all those marbles appeared at the same time that man appeared, then the window was broken, then I caught him teasing.
Some of my family have epilepsy, I know causes, I know symptoms. It only takes one blow to the head to start epilepsy off, one blow to the head to open this horrid thing, one blow, say from a marble. Could this thwaite have started all this pain, yes, he could. He took great pleasure in teasing our dogs, he took great pleasure in hurling marbles at our dogs and our windows.
How could anyone do this, our dog was slowly dying because of him, the fits got worse again, a member of our family had uncontrollable fits that were causing so much internal damage, I can't describe the scenes I sat through everyday, I can't describe the pain, I can't even imagine how it must have been for Khamere, he was just a dog, he never hurt anyone, he never killed anyone, he never teased the neighbourhood, he was just an innocent being in a world of corruption.
He's dead now, in the end our options were to let him die from the fits, or to put him to sleep before they did, we opt for the later. I had to take him in with my dad, I couldn't watch them give him the injection so I stayed in the waiting room, and cried, I never cry in front of people, it's a good thing my hair covers my face when it's down.
We reported that man, and when we did, all we got was.
"I can't see that Mr ***** he seemed such a nice chap when I met him.!
Well, he's not going to be a fecker when being interview for the flat now is he!
He still lives next door.
We still have crep from him, random bits of rubbish turn up in our garden, our shed had the roof ripped into.
Why is it when we actually complain and it's actually over a serious matter, nothing gets done, but if we fart on a sunday, someones around like that.
And they wonder why I'm depressed, and do the things I do.
You'd have thought after that, I couldn't let much else get to me, but I think what's happening instead though is that 'The straw that broke the camels back' it happening.
All the trouble with the street kids is just building up, sooner of later I'll get the straw.
Nobody likes us, we don't know why (I'd guess at a number of facts, but it wouldn't be polite to post the dubious goings on of this extremely cruddy little local area).
The kids hurl abuse at us from every angle, we can't even let our dogs play in the garden because the kids (I can think of better things to call them) keep teasing the dogs and making them bark, if the dogs keep barking there's a chance someone will complain and then we'll get the crappy end of the stick because some thwaite will possibly come and say they have to go. Now that just isn't fair, we get punished because the no good families have teased our dogs, WTF!
This isn't' the first time we've had dog issues because of neighbours.
A while back we had a Staffordshire Bull Terrier, the most cuddly little chap ever, he was my special needs sisters best friend.
And just after some guy moved into a flat next door (on a corner) we started finding marbles in our garden, which we stupidly thought nothing of. Then shortly after that, Khamere (our dog) began having epileptic fits, terrifyingly dramatic ones at that, we took him to the vets, who did their tests and prescribed him with pills, as a result, the fits calmed down for a while, less often and less dramatic. Marbles were still being found in the masses, still thought nothing of it. Until we got a broken window, I went out side to look for whatever did this, and hey, guess what I found, a nice big marble, a nice big marble with a chip in it. Now it had became very clear why there was a load of marbles (we thought) someone had been lobbing marbles at our window, my parents thought it was the stupid kids from the street. But something made me think someone else, when ever I feel like that I say something, so I told them that I don't think it was the street kids, I think it was the man next door, they didn't agree.
Then oh, surprise surprise, guess what, that man opened his window and looked down to the scene, my parents asked if there were any marbles his side of the fence, he said no, and friendly banter between the two came to the belief it was kids. I still didn't believe this. I decided to keep an eye out, and guess what now, I heard our other dog howling, so I went outside to get her in, then I peeked out of the blinds just after I shut the door, and what did I find, Him, mister next door leaning out of his window looking down at our garden.
I told my parents that I caught him teasing our dog, so my dad went over to the fence and looked over the top, there were tons of marbles over there, Mister next door lied, I wonder why.
We collected all the marbles found in the garden and popped them in a bucket. And everyday we'd go out there to find more, who'd have thought you could grow marbles?
Anyway, Khameres fits got worse again, it really hurts me thinking about it, he was in so much pain, he'd loose all control of his body, the site was the stuff nightmares are made of. He started having them anytime, day or night, and more than one in a day, everyday, one day it got really bad, his legs just split, his eyes were popping out, he couldn't stand up, then when he stopped, I tried to help him up, all covered in saliva and other body fluids, he staggered about and tried to walk up the wall. He didn't know where or who he was. When the parents got back we rushed him to the vets, were he had more, the nurse told me he turned blue during one, he actually stopped breathing, in order to stop the one fit, they had to start pumping hormones into him. When we went to pick him up, he wasn't Khamere anymore, he didn't know his name, he didn't know who we were, he was like a walking ghost. He didn't have any fits for a couple of days, and his medication was trebled.
All whilst this was going on we still had marbles turning up, and the odd light bulb, beer bottle, mostly glass stuff.
Then one day another window got broken, with another big marble. My dad phoned the police, they came around, but because we haven't seen him throw the marble, they couldn't do anything but go and warn him.
Khamere fits started getting bad again, so bad he couldn't sleep in my room any more, so I stayed up down stairs with him, it wasn't his fault, and it wasn't fair. When I was down one night I started running everything through my head. Our dog was perfectly healthy, then all those marbles appeared at the same time that man appeared, then the window was broken, then I caught him teasing.
Some of my family have epilepsy, I know causes, I know symptoms. It only takes one blow to the head to start epilepsy off, one blow to the head to open this horrid thing, one blow, say from a marble. Could this thwaite have started all this pain, yes, he could. He took great pleasure in teasing our dogs, he took great pleasure in hurling marbles at our dogs and our windows.
How could anyone do this, our dog was slowly dying because of him, the fits got worse again, a member of our family had uncontrollable fits that were causing so much internal damage, I can't describe the scenes I sat through everyday, I can't describe the pain, I can't even imagine how it must have been for Khamere, he was just a dog, he never hurt anyone, he never killed anyone, he never teased the neighbourhood, he was just an innocent being in a world of corruption.
He's dead now, in the end our options were to let him die from the fits, or to put him to sleep before they did, we opt for the later. I had to take him in with my dad, I couldn't watch them give him the injection so I stayed in the waiting room, and cried, I never cry in front of people, it's a good thing my hair covers my face when it's down.
We reported that man, and when we did, all we got was.
"I can't see that Mr ***** he seemed such a nice chap when I met him.!
Well, he's not going to be a fecker when being interview for the flat now is he!
He still lives next door.
We still have crep from him, random bits of rubbish turn up in our garden, our shed had the roof ripped into.
Why is it when we actually complain and it's actually over a serious matter, nothing gets done, but if we fart on a sunday, someones around like that.
And they wonder why I'm depressed, and do the things I do.
You'd have thought after that, I couldn't let much else get to me, but I think what's happening instead though is that 'The straw that broke the camels back' it happening.
All the trouble with the street kids is just building up, sooner of later I'll get the straw.
