My Neighbors Kept Throwing Their Dogs’ Poop in Our Garden – My Revenge on Them Was the ToughestThere are moments when you just have to put up your guard, and that’s precisely what happened to me. This is the tale of how I transformed from the easygoing neighbor to a person who delivered justice with a dash of extra flavor.Let me begin by introducing myself. My name is Mandy, and I don’t tend to harbor resentment. I’m a strong proponent of “live and let live,” the type of person who would rather maintain harmony than worry about little matters. I reside in a modest, serene suburban community. You know the kind where you can leave your doors unlocked without thinking twice and everyone waves at each other in the morning. It is an ideal environment for me to raise my two children.There is a sweet small garden in front of our house, complete with a white picket fence—the whole thing, actually. Even paradise, no matter how perfect it seems, can have its share of thorns.

About a year ago, John and Sarah Thompson moved in next door. At first, they seemed quite pleasant. They had two large dogs named Max and Daisy, were in their early 40s, and were childless. We shook hands, I gave them some of my baked chocolate chip cookies as a welcome gift, and we occasionally borrowed a cup of sugar. Just your normal neighborhood fare, you know. However, after several months, things began to deteriorate.Those pets became the bane of my life very soon. I adore animals, don’t get me wrong, but these dogs had a behavior that was really bothering me. They would relieve themselves directly at their yard’s edge, but they didn’t stop there. No, the Thompsons had come up with a small scheme. They would gather up the mess, wait until they thought no one was watching, and then—get this—throw it straight over the fence and into my garden.