I live in a suburban neighborhood with upper class families.  Most of my neighbors are new to the neighborhood.  I am one of a few families that have lived on my block for about 13 years.  All of the other families have lived here for about 6 years and earlier.  These newer families moved into beautiful newer homes from older homes that were torn down.  These newer homes are what we call mini mansions.  These families don't say much to me and that's okay.  I am not in the same category, financially, as they are.  Again, that's okay, I just mind my own business.  My home is the same size but does not look like there's because it is older. 

I keep myself busy with my garden and my animals.  I love animals of all kinds.  I have a weakness for abused animals and when my daughters tell me about the animals that are being abused because the family no longer wants them,  I have my daughters bring them to our home.  It does not happen that often, but when it does I have no problem taking the animal to my home.  Once my daughter and her friend found 2 puppy pitbulls in a box next to  a pond that were in awful condition. I took one puppy and her friend took the other.  We took the puppy that was in worse condition. It had mange and was very very thin.  We cared for it, we feed it and then found a great home for him.  I was so sad because I was not able to keep him.  I have 6 cats and 5 dogs and my neighbors were not going to tollerate another dog, especially a pitbull.  This pitbull was the friendliest, sweetest big dog I have been around in a long time.  My dogs are all small.  I named this pitbull Dillion.  The day I had to give him up, I watched him, as he was sitting up on the front seat of this girls car, starring at me, with such a sad look, and Dillion kept looking at me as if he was being punished for something and that's why he was being taken away.  Well, I cried.  To this day I can't get that look he gave me out of my mind.  Anyway, he went to a good home, the knew owner would email pictures of him from time to time, letting me know he was happy and also had another dog for Dillion to be with. 

All my animals were rescued from previous abused owners. I have these dogs that are small chiuauauas and 1/2 yorkies and another dog that is Yorkie and Maltese.  All in all, they are each under 15 lbs. One of my dogs is about 4 lbs and another is about 3 lbs, these two are the smallest.  My cats were also rescued.  Three of them were new born kittens when I found them in a box and the other three were just not wanted by there owners and left outdoors.  I made a home for 3 adult cats in my home.  I knew they were with another family because they did not have front claws and they were neutered plus they were friendly.  I found them in the winter around my home looking for a place to get warm and since they were very friendly I took them in.  One of the cats had feline aids but I still kept him.  They get along okay, they have there moments, but its okay.  With the five dogs and six cats, I am always busy cleaning the litter boxes and picking up the dog poop in the back yard everyday.  Plus having to feed everyone, its work.  Because I have wood floors and no carpet and I am always vacuuming the cat and dog hairs all the time, my home does not smell like I have animals.  When you walk in my home you would be surprised to know I have as many animals as I do.  Because the smaller dogs were so abused, I had to work at getting the little chiuauas to trust me.  They always thought I was going to hit them.  When I would bend down to pick them up they would scream, it was sad.  Today they know I love them and I would never hurt them for anything in the world.  I am the only person they truly trust.  I have had them for about 6 to 7 years and they still get scared when someone comes over to visit me.  I knew I was going to keep the dogs and that finding a home was not an option.  If I was carrying the smallest dog, chi chi. and  tried to give her to my friend to hold, chi chi would scream so loud that I would get scared.  Because of the abuse they had as a puppy they trust no one but me and that's okay, I would never dream of getting rid of them. 

Someone called the village on me about my animals and because we are only suppose to have 4 total and I have 11, I am suppose to find homes for 7 of them and I can't.  So I have put my home up for sale hoping I will sell it within 6-8 months because that is how long I have before the animal control people will come and take 7 of them.  I don't bother anyone in my neighborhood and I go about my business.  My dogs do not bark before 8am or after 9pm ever and for someone to call the village on me is terrible.  I realize that most of my neighbors do not have animals because they don't want there homes to get messed up. Well that's there business so why but into mine.  I just don't understand it.  So here I am with all my animals that I am plan on keeping, trying to sell my home so I can move as far away from this town as I can.  These people may have  beautiful homes, but must be unhappy with there life style.  If your happy, then you wouldn't go out of your way to make someone else's life unhappy.  That's the only thing I can think of why someone would call on me.  My back yard is beautiful with about 100 + perennials and a koi pond and like I said, I always pick up the dog poop everyday.  I only wished people would mind there own business and only worry about there own lifes  .