I'm a reasonable, considerate person. Hell, I'm no saint but I can be downright nice, okay? But when my neighbors tear down fences, both literally and figuratively, I can be a B-I-T-C-H.
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Thursday, April 10, 2008
I don't think these fences can be mended
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I always say the best neighbors are 8-foot-tall fences (which we have). We built the tallest the city would allow.
We have a triangular lot, with five different types and styles of fences. I now appreciate that the ugly fences at least does the job: keeping people the freakin' hell out of my business.
Oh. My. Word. Are we not just now going through something similar involving a neighbor with a falling down picket fence who won't let us remove it and use the posts to put up something more substantial? I own 3 boxers. A flimsy 1/2 arsed fence is not cutting it. So what are we doing? We are paying to have chain link run down our side of his fence so we can keep the dogs on the right side of it.
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