Chapter 1: The Lawn, The Meeting, The Alarm
My neighbor let her dog use my lawn as a toilet every morning for six months and never cleaned up once — I stayed friendly until she made a comment I couldn't let go, and by the next morning I'd taught her a lesson without a single raised voice.
My neighbor's house is close enough that I can hear her kettle.
And every single morning she brings her dog to my lawn to do his business.
Not down the street.
Not the park two blocks over.
Mine.
The dog is an English bulldog.
Huge, and honestly lovely.
He has never barked at my kids once.
They run out to him.
My husband has wanted one for years and stands at the window saying "look at that face."
I have nothing against that dog.
What I have something against is that in six months she has never once cleaned up after him.
And I never said anything.
We live twelve feet apart…
You don't start a war over that.
I'd rather think the best of people until I can't anymore.
So I cleaned it up myself.
Every time.
She knows what that yard means to me.
She's watched the gardener come.
She's watched me on my knees at the flower beds in July.
She's stood on the sidewalk and asked me what I feed the hydrangeas, because hers never look like that.
Honestly, I'd made my peace with it.
She'd always been perfectly nice to my face.
I told myself some people just don't think.
Then came the monthly neighborhood meeting.
They went around the room asking if anyone had concerns, and she raised her hand.
She said some of the neighbors' children are extremely loud when they play and it disturbs her morning yoga.
"Certain people should learn responsibility before they have children.
If you can't be responsible for what you've tamed, you shouldn't take it on."
And she looked at me.
Two other people turned and looked at me too.
I sat there with my face burning.
I wanted to stand up and say it all right there.
But I'd have been the one screaming about dog mess at a neighborhood meeting, and she'd have gone home the reasonable one.
So I said nothing.
I smiled at her.
I went home.
She's right about one thing.
We are responsible for what we've tamed.
So I set my alarm for 7:15 — she comes out at 7:40.
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