OK, new neighbor, here’s the deal: you and your drunk buddies celebrated your arrival to the neighborhood with some highly illegal fireworks. Freaked the fuck out of my dog. While walking him the next day, I introduced myself and asked about the celebratory pyrotechnics. I was hoping that the presence of my friendly brown-eyed hound would be enough to convince you to cut back a bit. Alas, no. Every. Fucking. Night. For. A. Week.
So, here’s my warning: keep it up and I ain’t curbing my dog from your front lawn. I walk my dog real early, while you’re still sleeping it off, so we are guaranteed a clean getaway.
I suppose I should call the police, but this will be more satisfying. Welcome to the neighborhood!
I know it’s not very Portland, but why not try being an adult about it instead? Did the conversation include actual direct communication requesting they stop? If not, try that.
Separately, is there an I,A quota for posts involving poop? There were enough this month to keep a Freudian busy for a lifetime.
Normally I would advocate taking a more direct approach instead of the passive “Portland” way, but this time just to mix things up, I fully support you not discussing anything with your neighbors and calling the cops on them. Fuck em.
Northeast Portland?
Just call the cops, please. There are other neighbors with other scared pets who are bound to be sick of it, too.
This is a classic anthropological example of the Portlander’s passive-aggressive/lazy tactics in dealing with others.
*snaps gum and twists hair*
Non-emergency police line: 503-823-3333
Put it in your phone. Call it when numb-nutted neighbors are popping firecrackers, when Mikey is pissing on your tree on Last Thursday, when Billy is walking his pit bull without a leash, when Johnny is going 40 in a 20, when William Stevie is blaring ‘Glee’ at midnight, etc.
i totally sympathize with the dog that got PTSD from its tour of iraq.
All those brit punks ran like dogs too when we shot them cannons at their tails during the big one on that july day long ago.
Why not just go to their front door and explain why you’d like them to stop?
The level of passive aggression is off the charts in this town. People are horrified of ever having to make it known something annoys them, so they secretly stew in their own anger until it boils over and they end up putting animal shit in their neighbors yards (and how the fuck will your neighbor see shit in their yard and think “OH THIS MUST TOTALLY BE RELATED TO MY FIREWORKS HMMM?”) — So not only will the ‘problem’ continue for you, but now you’re also an annoying neighbor who is just as much of an asshole. Classic Portlander.