Thursday, March 24, 2005

a tale of love and loss

*sigh*

We looked at the most beautiful house last night. It was a craftsman style, excellent construction, solid, safe (as in nothing visibly falling apart)...the woodwork! Ah the woodwork, it was gorgeousness and gorgeosity oh my brothers and sisters. It was two blocks from downtown Sun Prairie, in a lovely old neighborhood. It had a beautiful fireplace with tons of built in benches and shelves and cubbies. The kitchen was thoroughly modern. The bathroom was new (though...only one). Newly restored original hardwood floors, beautiful sun room that would make a nice office/studio/whatever, even the basement was big, bright, and clean with tall ceilings. It had a brick two car garage and a back yard that is big enough to do whatever you want, but not so big we couldn't mow it with our modest reel mower. It had central air! It had an attractive deck! We were just bursting with glee, to say the least, and then...as our tour came to an end...we noticed the neighbors to the immediate left--or more accurately, we noticed their, two mean, barking dogs tied to the porch. Renters? we asked, Yeah, yeah...we glanced over the five cars/trucks parked in their backyard...then back to the angry, loud dogs. Just any dogs? oh no. NO, they had to have a PIT BULL. Suddenly, it all came crashing down...we exchanged glances and could see what the other was thinking. Not for the most beautiful house in the world. Not even with a fence. No. No horrible irresponsible renting neighbors with pit bulls. No late nights, early mornings, afternoons listening to barking dogs. No wondering if we should call someone. No stepping into the backyard and taking "dog inventory" to see if it's safe. These are chances we don't want to take...not with kids...

2 comments:

Makalah said...

man that sucks. :(

Maybe keep your eye on it and hope no one swipes it up before the neighbors move? Although that's a lot of finger crossing...

You made a good decision though. My old neighborhood had 2 houses - one with dobermans, one with rotts. the house that had 2 or 3 rotts was down the street, and the woman we had to give my dog to when we moved out took him for a walk one day, the rotts jumped the fence and attacked Charlie...he needed stitches after that. I don't doubt that they'd do the same to a tiny person instead, so it's good to overly cautious when it comes to strange animals with big teeth. :\

Jen said...

Oh no. I was hoping that was the house, but you made the right decision. The house next to my mom's is a rental, and their pitbulls would get out all the time. They killed two dogs in the neighborhood before the cops would do anything, and that only came from a lot of community pressure. My little brother Jordan who was 9 at the time saw the attack and almost ran out there to stop it. I'm so glad my other brother was there to stop him. :( The one dog was a beautiful golden retriever that we grew up with. Poor dog. What's worse is that the owner of the dogs was expecting twins. I have no doubt that the two dogs died so those babies wouldn't have to get hurt by those dogs. Fate/God/what have you works in mysterious ways.