Crazy day...

Strang things have been happening around my house. On Sunday afternoon one of our neighbors four houses down chased Sheeba back to our property with a what we thought was a shotgun. He stood down at the bottom of our hill and yelled up to my dad, mom, amy, and poor little gracie that he didn't want our dog on his property and that Sheeba had attacked his dog. This guy owns a huge sheepdog puppy, it's twice as big as Sheeba. And Sheeba and the dog get along fine.

So anyway, yesterday my dad was talking to our nice neighbor next door, who really likes Sheeba, and our neighbor said that we should have called the police to file a report. My dad called the police last evening and they came to our house. Then after talking awhile they said they would go talk to the neighbor and tell him he shouldn't be running down the road with a gun and that he could shoot at our dog if Sheeba gets on his property, but once she's off he can't do anything else.

The next big thing that happened was that my mom was standing at the front door looking out at Sheeba (who is now on a run ::sniff::) when she saw a truck go by our house really slowly and stop at our driveway. She yelled for my dad to come, but the truck kept going. A few seconds later it came back really slowly and stopped on the road at the bottom of our property. So, stupid me, I ran outside and was standing at the top of the hill trying to look tough when the guy gets out of his truck and starts talking to me. I was like whoa. He started yelling up that (with a really heavy southern accent) "it wasn't a shotgun, it was a bee-bee gun!" By this time Amy has made her way outside and I'm starting to get nervous so I head back inside and try to get Amy to come too. As I get inside my dad is finally on his way out to talk with the guy. My dad actually went down the hill and stood face to face with the idiot and had a decent conversation with him. The guy told my dad how he was so embarresed to have two police cars pull up in his driveway. I was like I don't freakin' care!!!!! You shot at our dog!!!!! He admitted to shooting Sheeba when supposedly Sheeba had his dog by the neck. Yeah, right. Whatever. You should see the size of his dog. Gigantic beast of a dog. Before my dad and mom decided to call the police, Daniel, Amy, and I were working out a plan to fork his yard. We figured we better wait few weeks or even a month or two so that he wouldn't know it was us. In the end haveing the police take care of him is much sweeter than forking his yard, although that would have been sweet revenge as well. Especially since he has a perfect well manicured front lawn.