I knocked on Denise’s door.
“Hey, I think your dog got into my flower bed.”
She glanced toward my yard and shrugged.
“He’s a dog, Christine. Dogs dig.”
I waited for an apology.
It never came.
She acted as though I had complained about the weather.
So I cleaned everything up myself.
Then it happened again.
The second time, I was more irritated.
The third time, nearly an entire section of the garden was destroyed.
I had spent several weekends planting and maintaining those flowers.
Gardening was one of the few things I genuinely enjoyed doing around the house.
So I finally contacted the HOA.
I didn’t ask them to fine Denise.
I didn’t demand some huge punishment.
I simply wanted someone to remind her that her dog wasn’t allowed to destroy other people’s property.
Apparently, that was enough to make me her enemy.
