This is the garden area for the house next door to me. The ground floor, first floor and garden are occupied by one couple. The second floor and roof are occupied by a second couple.


On the right side of the photo, note the remnants of that darker, dead tree. They cut down all the branches and then just tossed everything right over the fence onto that public land in front of their house.

Here’s a closer view:

It’s just been sitting there, slowly settling down, for months now.

The couple on the ground and first floor have three dogs. Two golden retrievers and a smaller dog, perhaps a shih tzu. Here’s a picture of the two golden retrievers:


The lighter one is insane. Barks constantly. Runs up the stairs barking like mad any time any person or any dog goes by. The darker colored one seems more normal but always follows the lighter one and starts barking too. And this sets off my golden, who normally never barks. Their golden starts barking and all of a sudden mine goes all feral, hunched down, barking and snarling. It’s all I can do to control him when I have to take him past their gate for one of his walks (my dogs get walked four times a day).

These two dogs never go in the house and never get walked. They live their entire lives in that backyard. And that includes just going to the, um, toilet wherever they please back there. The shih tzu mostly stays in the house but comes out occasionally.

I was talking to the woman who lives on the second floor and she told me that at one point, this couple had 16 dogs and that all of them were from dog rescue organizations and that this probably explains the one dog’s crazy behavior, that it was abused and rescued. “So that means they have good hearts then,” I said.

This morning I told that tale to my maid. And when I got to the part about saying how they had good hearts, she then told me that last week the shih tzu died and they just threw its body over the fence.

Speechless.

Hongkie Town
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