OMG! I think the German shepherd lady just moved out!
Not for certain yet… It was on the late side of mid-afternoon when I drove into the neighborhood and spotted a BIG-a$$ Bekins truck parked out in front of the house where the late, great crime occurred. Whichever way the movers were going, they were about done, and so there was no action. So I couldn’t see whether they were carrying things in or out. But because several brand-new, unused boxes were leaning against the front of the house, my guess is she’s moving out and those were boxes she was returning to Bekins. Or boxes the movers were going to use to pack up her stuff.
A bright red FOR RENT sign was stuck in the front yard. Why would the landlord have a for-rent notice out there if the tenants were moving in?
Cruised by the house a couple of times, as unobtrusively as possible, which wasn’t very. Came home, put the groceries away, let the dog out, changed my clothes, idled a few minutes away. Then I rode my bike down there, through the 109-degree heat, to see if a slower, closer look would resolve the question.
By then, the truck had left. It looked like the house was vacant! Of course, I was afraid to charge right up to the front windows and peer in. But I do think SHE’S GONE!!!!!!!
I’ll drive by there tonight after dark. If there’s no light in there, then maybe I’ll be emboldened to barge up and look in the windows tomorrow.
Wow! How awesome would that be, if she really were gone?
Cassie and I would get our favorite evening walk route back. It’s the best after-dark doggie-walk trail through the neighborhood, because it doesn’t go near the park, which isn’t very safe at night, and because it doesn’t cross the main north-south feeder street, taking us further afield than one would like to be on foot at 10 or 11 p.m. This route passes several really beautiful homes, borders a horse property where the burros come up and kiss Cassie on the nose, and goes through a lush, quiet neighborhood full of mature trees and cool, irrigated lawns. All these things make it the closest desirable place to walk, day or night.
I haven’t taken Cassie back there, of course, and was resolved never to walk anywhere near that house again. That meant we couldn’t go into that part of the neighborhood at all, since we have to pass that house to get into the enclave to the south of it.
LOL! She must have called the landlord, told him there was a crazy woman in the area, and demanded to be let out of the lease. Heeeeeee!
Whatever: good riddance. Now we’re free to walk anywhere in the neighborhood we please.
Update
Bicycling past the house early Sunday morning, I saw a vehicle parked in the driveway. Damn! She must have been moving in, not out. Doesn’t matter, I guess…Cassie now refuses to walk in a southerly direction from our house, anyway.
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German shepherd dog. Ameliorate! at en.wikipedia. Creative CommonsAttribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported license.
Pembroke Welsh Corgi. Pmuths1956. Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported license.
Darn. I hope she was just returning to pick up a few things. I let out a big sigh of relief when my neighbour moved – , he used to let his aggressive Rottie sit in front of the house lead-less. I would get tense every time I walked by his house and in the end, I had to alter our walking pattern.
Well, in an update to the Update, she IS gone!!!
After dark last night I walked down there. No car in front. No lights in the house. Front drapes open. So gathering up my chutzpah, I blithely walked (we could call that “snuck”) up to the house and peered in the windows.
EMPTY! Yahooooooo! Not a stick of furniture in the place.
Let’s just hope the landlord doesn’t rent that place to someone worse. One has to be careful about what one wishes for…or celebrates. 😉