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meh, i'll go be civil at them later this week - i'm actually kind of fond of the kids when they're not trespassing.

the mother has hated Oz (and any dog larger than a puntable) since day one - i expect she's the source of the hysteria. not the first time i've been toe to toe with their wonderous uncle. had to deal with him over a noise complaint before - apparently he can't tell the difference between my place and the halfway house a block away. turned up screaming at me over the music that i wasn't playing, ready to take a shot at me.

it's really sad - they're a refugee family from uganda (sp?) who only know broken french - unfortunately, I only know broken french, so communication is rather vague between us. the uncle seems far too ready to try and settle things with his fists, despite multiple warnings that im trained in hand to hand combat. one would think he'd get tired of being knocked down, but it seems he's a slow learner. thinking soon enough i'm going to let him hang a shiner on me, just so i've something to show the cops.

can't believe this - i'm still twitching, i'm so angry. i would have let the whole screaming match slide, and just forgotten them by now, but he kicked at Oz - for which he is incredibly lucky he only got winded and knocked down, and to top it off they had the balls to call AC on me.

i don't want to get the authorities involved, since they are an immigrant family with communication issues, but there's a limit on my patience. gods - all i was doing this morning was checking my yard to make sure there were no bloody raccoons out there before i let Oz out. there are days i want to resign from the human race.

thanks folks, for letting me vent at all of you. going to have a "theraputic" smoke, then take Oz down to the beach to try and fetch some gulls. [EDIT] he never actually catches the gulls, by the way, he just runs around under them. still, funny to see our carting/herding breed act like he's a gun dog.