This morning, I typed a letter to the man who lives behind me, whose name I’ve learned is Tony, explaining that the dogs he’s “apparently hearing” at 3 a.m. barking for hours are not my dogs.
I have gone around to talk to him in person a number of times, but he’s never home.
Volare told me this morning that he goes into the management office all the time and complains there as well as calling security in the middle of the night (or I guess I should say morning.)
I’ve been told by other neighbors that there are two dogs living directly across from him that bark, and they are bigger dogs.
But this man has told management he knows for certain it is my pupsters, and that he plans on taping them barking to show them all.
I don’t know if this man is mentally ill, and have no idea why he has targeted me and my dogs. I live a very quiet life and don’t bother anyone. I am seldom out to even speak to anyone, except for when I’m walking to the trash dumpster.
On my way over there, I encountered a woman walking her dog who has lived here for 12 years. We chatted for a bit. She told me that every time it rains, her place has 3 inches of water standing in it.
I was astounded. She said she has been on management for three months, and all they do is send a company to suck out the water. And now they have told her it is costing them too much to have the company come suck out the water, so she is just stuck.
Her name is Ramona, and she has epilepsy. She moved here at a time when you could use rent vouchers to help pay your rent. She said the mess has now turned to black mold, and her husband has been in the hospital twice in the past three months.
She has called the health department, and they tell her it is a health hazard. But still, the cogs of the wheel must turn slowly, because she is still waiting on something to happen.
She is to the point that she told the corporate office that owns this complex that she is going to call a local news affiliate and tell them her story.
She said their response was to tell her they will move her to another apartment. However, she has to wait for Section 8, or whatever it is called now, to do all the paperwork. So they are in a waiting game.
Apparently this is due to a tree planted in a place that is causing problems. She said the roots are coming up through the cement.
I know the roots here going under the apartment will do the same thing at any time. Because I see them under there, and I know that tree roots grow bigger instead of smaller. So it’s going to be a problem here as well, at some point.
A tree is smack in the middle of the fence that is between me and the man who keeps harassing me. I have been telling them for over a year that the fence is falling over, and that I have stuff stacked there in front of it, but eventually the tree is going to make the fence section fall all the way over.
I watch the pupsters carefully. For if Charlie sees a cat or squirrel, he will try to scale the falling down fence. And if he ends up in Tony’s yard, I don’t know what he will do to him. As he seems a bit unbalanced and hates dogs. My goodness, Charlie tells me he is afraid of his Sammy on a leash and he is a poodle.
All this falls on deaf ears. And because they had to put up an electric gate at the entrance this past year, our rent had to go up to pay for it.
I asked Ramona, who obviously knows more about this town than I do, what the deal is. She says it’s the high crime rate in this city. Before they put up the gate, there were hold ups and car bashings.
Because there is an unsavory element of people living in the complex across the street, they would come over here, before the gate was put up, to do their drug deals.
So I suppose for all intents and purposes, Tulsans pay high rent because of the high crime rate. Isn’t that something? The crime element wreaks havoc on this city, the gangs are in pockets all over the city. And thus to live here, you have to pay high rent to pay for their tearing things up.
I find this all so sad. Ramona and her husband should not have to live with standing water in their carpeted apartment. (Thank goodness I asked for vinyl flooring before I moved in, as they were tearing out the old carpet, and agreed to not put in more carpet.)
The past four years are the only time I’ve lived in Tulsa. But the majority of my 58 years, I have lived in central Oklahoma. And I know something has changed since I last lived in Oklahoma. The crime rates have sky rocketed. And I don’t know why.
I have tried to make a real home here for the pupsters and me. I am the type to fix things up and make things cozy. Yet I know the majority of the tenants are not that way. At least according to Volare. I know I walk around here and am often surprised at the way people live.
So much of it is the fault of the owners of this complex. And much of it is due to the negligence of the tenants living here.
So back to this man I’m told is named Tony living behind me. I hope my letter is enough to back him down some. I taped it on his door with enough tape that it couldn’t possibly come off, and the door is under a small porch roof.
Have you had to deal with neighbors that made your life miserable? I’m all ears. Do tell.