I’m not joking around when I say that I live in a trailer park, and it’s probably just about like you’re imagining it to be, except not like, in tornado alley or anything. We have our share of trailer trash who live here in the park, but there are a lot of nice, working class families here, too. There are nice trailers & not-so-nice trailers, people who’ve been here a few weeks & those who have been here for over a decade. It’s kind of like a little neighborhood in here, the houses are just a little closer together & we live a bit nearer to the street.
We’ve been here for over 5 years, and when we moved here, we had Bear, who was a Timber Shepherd that weighed about 80 pounds (that’s a Timberwolf/German Shepherd hybrid), so we had to have a fenced yard. There was only one trailer available with one at the time & it was in fairly bad shape. We were in a hurry to get moved, the price was right & they were letting us keep all f our pets, so we moved in. The advantage was that it was in the last row, so we’d have less traffic (that was before we realized that the 20somethings around here love to use the entire park as a showcase for their cars & automotive performance parts, so at times, it does get loud). At the time we moved in here, there weren’t any young children on this row, which we always have to consider, with Troy working nights half the time & it was a trailer with some unique features, too.
We’ve had times when this row has been the quietest in the park & times when it’s the loudest. There was a spring & summer where it felt like a battleground, between us & the families who let their very young children play, roam & lie in the street. We kind of resented having to sit out there & wait for the children to notice that their lives might be in danger & slowly meander out of the way. Sometimes they never did & then we’d have to honk, which made the other parents angry. We started comign in the other way, which also made them mad & I almost got into a fist fight with one of them over it.
Currently, we only have one neighbor, and they’re on the north side (the trailer to the south has been converted into storage & the one across from us has been empty for months). We rarely notice them, honestly & I think I’ve only spoken to the woman once, when she brought a piece of misdelivered mail over to me. Today, however, I was really wishing that we didn’t have any at all. I think they have a son, at the very least there a boy who’s over there quite a lot. Today, their yard was filled with preadolescent boys, all yelling in their pretend man-voices & throwing snowballs. It sounded like they were in our house, they were so loud, and then the snowballs started hitting my house. Tiny would go crazy & race down the hall, barking angrily, ready to defend her territory, followed by Troy, yelling at her.
She’s been “barky” ever since, barking at every noise she hears that sounds remotely like a knocking or something hitting the house. It’s like she’s too nervous to settle down & relax now. I’m dreading the warm months & hoping this isn’t a vision into what it’ll be like. We had boys over there before – boys who HAD to play football every day, and the ball hit the house all the time, making Tiny crazy. I don’t want to go through that again.
Caffeinate me!
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