Things got a little heated here a few days ago. We have squatters in the houses next to mine, and they're nice people, but kinda antisocial. Fridge, sofa and other junk in the yard, you know the type. Plus, they've got these dogs which are just completely untrained, and usually start to bark at around five am. Dogpoop everywhere, it's a mess. There's been complaints from several people, and they're all apologies and stuff, but nothing changes.
So this past week we've had our towns annual festival, with bands and partying throughout downtown. Their dogs started to bark incessantly from about eight pm. So we went to wearily voice our complaints again when they were still going at one am; turns out no one's home and their dogs are on the second floor, just barking into the street with the windows open wide. What the hell!
My roommate has his room right next to their house so he ended up calling the police. He just had to mention the street and they knew what was up - apparently they've had a lot of complaints about them.
The police show up, can't do squat. So they call animal rescue out of bed to come collect these dogs. They arrive after the squatters came back though, and can't do anything because the owners are on the premises. Now it's about two thirty, half the block has come to see what the hubbub's about, and the police end up giving 'a stern warning' to a group of squatters, half of whom are by my estimate on coke or something similar. And then everyone just up and leaves!
Pfff, I'm glad my room is on the other side of our house
