So… the Daleyacunt and Fuckin’ Fuckhead saga continues. Yesterday, Mr K was forced to call the police again because he was punching her around and she was screaming and crying enough to wake the dead.
Over the last few weeks I’ve noticed that some of my shrubs (we call them Snowflakes but I don’t know what they are really called) have started turning yellow and dying in one section of my garden, along with the pretty ground cover that was growing all around the base of it. It’s obviously been/being poisoned and I can only assume that it was Daleyacunt’s little way of getting back at us for ‘interfering’ in their business. And while I’m annoyed that they’re doing this, I was not going to allow myself to be provoked into accusing them of anything as I believe Daleyacunt and Fuckin’ Fuckhead are volatile creatures capable of turning on me should the mood take them.
Anyway… this is Oscar.
Oscar is about 1’5″ tall, has brown eyes, a black and tan complexion, and a long pink tongue. He is an Australian Terrier with an excellent lineage, has been microchipped, desexed and duly registered with the Council. While he’s not the brightest pup I’ve ever known, he’s certainly friendly and happy enough most of the time rarely would get his bark on without cause (like a snake clinging to the wall of the house or something). This morning, Daleyacunt was stirring up his pig dog (a whole male dog with an aggressive temperament and a bark that I am sure is every bit as bad as his bite) and Oscar, aka Puppy-Guts, was investigating all the noise by running back and forth and pressing his nose up against the fence. I saw this out of my kitchen window which is barely 6′ from the fence in question. Unexpectedly, I saw what appeared to be a stick being poked through the fence at Oscar and I raced outside via the laundry and saw to my horror that it wasn’t a stick, but that someone from Daleyacunt’s residence had pushed two large bone shaped dog biscuits through the fence for Oscar to eat. I quickly grabbed the clueless Oscar and grabbed the side of his jaw forcing him to release the ‘treat’. I picked up both of the dog biscuits and without saying a word threw them back over the fence, so they would know that I was aware that they had tried to feed them to my dog.
So, what now? Well, I have spent the day worrying that they are going to try and bait my dog because they are pissed off with us for meddling and calling the police – when, silly me, one should obviously be allowed to beat their partner in without worrying that the neighbours might object, right? I’ve spent the entire day on the phone trying the BCC to express my concerns about the alterations they have made to the fence, the poisoning of my garden and the potential baiting risk to Oscar puppy. I’ve also consulted with Legal Aid to ascertain what one’s rights are when dealing with the neighbours, and while there are processes in place, they sound slow and involved which means poor little Oscar remains at risk (and will be largely kept indoors) until we can file a Peace and Good Behaviour application and hopefully grounds will be found to have an order issued. A little digging has also revealed that the property is very likely to be a Housing Commission home which means there is recourse to that authority and the extensive expected standards of conduct for tenants too. But the whole thing is going to take time and a lot of pushing around red tape.
Now, nearly everyone who has heard some or all of these particulars has suggested that I approach these people and talk to them about my concerns / disquiet with the domestic disturbances we have witnessed. Today there have been suggestions that I ought talk directly to him about the feeding my dog issue as well. And ordinarily, I would indeed follow what is considered a standard grievance procedure and address my issues with those persons involved directly and expediently. BUT… this man is demonstrably temperamental and prone to violence, and I therefore believe he poses a potentially dangerous risk to myself, my family and now my little dog too. So why would I go and poke the lion through the cage? They have been here for not quite eight weeks, and we have been compelled to call the police four times already due to extremely aggravated violence and sounds of excessive distress and suffering going on right outside my kitchen window. As such, I have avoided saying ANYTHING at all to this volatile man, as I simply can not risk him him turning his full anger and aggressive tendencies onto us. 🙁
