Our Neighbors

There is an old Arab proverb that has given us some food for thought...

We have some 'interesting' neighbors in our building.

I'll just list the highlights:

It started at 5:32 am one morning.

Gunshots.

Outside our bedroom window.

Upon further investigation {after I was revived from my heart attack}, we discovered that the city came by and shot the neighbors dog.

At 5:32 in the morning. With a high powered rifle.

In front of our bedroom window.  Left a blood trail on the front walk.
Here are the facts we collected:

• their dog got pregnant
• their dog had a puppy
• the puppy ran loose and started snapping at people
• the puppy got shot {in front of our bedroom window}
• the mom dog got pregnant again
• the mom dog had puppies
• the mom dog got poisoned
• the mom dog died
• the new puppy tried to eat our daughter on our front porch
• I was tempted to report the puppy to the city {but was worried about the gunshots}
• meanwhile, during all the puppy drama, the guy next door got married again {a second wife who interestingly, his son who was at university in Russia, brought his father a second wife as a gift upon returning for a visit}
• the guy got divorced {from the second wife, she couldn't learn Arabic fast enough}
• they crashed a taxi from their taxi company
• they made the crashed taxi into a yard ornament
• his poor first wife walks everywhere, even though they own a taxi company
• and his son travels via roller blades everywhere
• they own 15 cars

And this was all in a three month time period.  We should have interviewed the neighbor prior to renting our apartment.

Note to self: memorize more Arab proverbs