The man who lives on the 2 acre plot next to us is
Sunday morning Mr. Man woke to find that someone's dog had killed one of his goats. Now, normally that would create some sympathy for him, but his reaction was...well, shall we say over the top?
We were disturbed Sunday by multiple gunshots when Mr. Man went bugnuts, foaming at the mouth crazy and killed a dog (not sure it was the culprit in the goat killing). Mr. Man fired at least a dozen rounds to kill one sad little medium sized dog. All the while ranting at the top of his lungs about the situation.
Once his gun was empty LBB couldn't resist saying something to him (yes, I know) and it spun him back up into another screaming tirade, before he started over the fence at LBB.
So why do I say I have good neighbors?
Because during the row Nephew and I each received two calls from other neighbors the essence of which was "Hold the fort, backup's on the way!"
Two of the across the street neighbors didn't bother with the phone, they just came.
And, just as good, even with all the ruckus and five men and one woman running down the street with multiple weapons each, no one, not even the neighbors who chose not to get involved, felt the need to invite the participation of any minions of government.
We takes care of our own in my neighborhood; and you'll never have to deal with the bodies by yourself.