My Neighbors Kept Throwing Their Dogs’ Poop in Our Garden – My Revenge on Them Was the ToughestThere are moments when you just have to put up your guard, and that’s precisely what happened to me. This is the tale of how I transformed from the easygoing neighbor to a person who delivered justice with a dash of extra flavor.
Let me begin by introducing myself. My name is Mandy, and I don’t tend to harbor resentment. I’m a strong proponent of “live and let live,” the type of person who would rather maintain harmony than worry about little matters. I reside in a modest, serene suburban community.
You know the kind where you can leave your doors unlocked without thinking twice and everyone waves at each other in the morning. It is an ideal environment for me to raise my two children.There is a sweet small garden in front of our house, complete with a white picket fence—the whole thing, actually. Even paradise, no matter how perfect it seems, can have its share of thorns.
About a year ago, John and Sarah Thompson moved in next door. At first, they seemed quite pleasant. They had two large dogs named Max and Daisy, were in their early 40s, and were childless. We shook hands, I gave them some of my baked chocolate chip cookies as a welcome gift, and we occasionally borrowed a cup of sugar.
Just your normal neighborhood fare, you know. However, after several months, things began to deteriorate.Those pets became the bane of my life very soon. I adore animals, don’t get me wrong, but these dogs had a behavior that was really bothering me. They would relieve themselves directly at their yard’s edge, but they didn’t stop there. No, the Thompsons had come up with a small scheme. They would gather up the mess, wait until they thought no one was watching, and then—get this—throw it straight over the fence and into my garden.
It began as an uncommon incident, but soon I was coming home to discover dog poop in my flower beds almost every day. < I initially made an effort to be forgiving of them. Who intentionally tosses dog crap over a fence? It must have been an accident of some sort, I reasoned. I made the decision to deal with the matter head-on in the hopes that a cordial conversation would resolve it. I made the decision to bring it up one day while John and I were both outside in our yards. Trying to keep things light, I added, “Hey, John. I noticed some dog poop in my garden lately.” It may be from Max or Daisy, I believe. Is there any way you could watch them while they’re outside?”John turned to face me, a tight-lipped smile that almost reached his eyes bursting out on his face. “Well, it’s definitely not them. With a faint smile that suggested he was making fun of me, he continued, “ Perhaps it’s your kids.” It surprised me. My children? Really? Although I felt like arguing, I could see John wasn’t feeling very honest. I made the decision to let it go for the time being because I didn’t want to get into a heated argument with my neighbor. However, I realized that I couldn’t ignore this. If I didn’t take action, they wouldn’t stop, and going up against them hadn’t worked either. It was time for something a little more… imaginative, I thought. Something understated but powerful. My thoughts began to build a plan, and the more I considered it, the more deliciously trivial it appeared. I was absolutely going to give them a taste of their own medicine if they continued tossing their dogs’ poop onto my yard. I should note right now that I have always baked rather well. Here, my chocolate chip cookies are famous, so I thought it was time to live up to the hype. It was an easy plan: I would make some cookies, but with a small modification.I grabbed my ingredients the following day: chocolate chips, flour, sugar, and a bit extra. Though I’m not proud of what I did next, difficult situations often necessitate desperate actions. I walked outside to my garden, grabbed some of the offending material, sealed it in a bag, and put on some gloves. Now, let me to explain before you draw any hasty conclusions. I was not going to bake with real dog crap. However, I needed something that would convey the idea. Rather, I went to the pet supply store and grabbed a package of the most odorous dog treats I could locate. These tiny brown nuggets had an awful smell, even though they appeared to be chocolate chips. Perfect. After combining them with the actual chocolate chips, I made a new batch of cookies and let them to cool.The smell filled my kitchen as the cookies baked. The strong fragrance of dog treats combined with the aroma of chocolate made for an unusual and frightening combination. Though unpleasant, it was precisely what I needed. Though I was sick to my stomach, I forced myself to go through it because I knew the Thompsons were going to taste their own medicine. After the cookies cool off, I gently place them inside a pretty, shiny tin. I scribbled a note in my best handwriting as a finishing touch: “To the best neighbors, enjoy these fresh-baked cookies!
