Permission to Trespass

I posted a note Friday morning on the mailbox of the farmhouse where I think the Momma dog has moved her puppies. After work, I see the note is still there so I decide to drive down their long driveway & ask permission to search for the puppies. I call my sister on my cell phone, give her the address and put her on speaker phone...this is my safety net. If I hang up, she'll try calling back, if I don't answer and say I'm okay...then she'll call 911. Drive up and there's a car up on a jack in the front yard, an old school bus painted in flames, various old abandoned cars and a sign for selling pitt bull puppies. I know I shouldn't stereotype, but this place makes me a bit uncomfortable...crack house? pitt bull fighting ring? All this and nobody is home...though I hear a dog barking inside when I knock.

I try the house up the road...long driveway, beautiful huge home with pool in the back yard, horses in manicured pastures. Looks like a postcard. Nope, don't feel worried walking up to this house, but have sis on the phone just the same. Lady (looked like a typical soccer Mom) is nice enough to let me search her property, but found nothing. After wasting an hour of my sister's time making her hang out on the phone, I was losing daylight and stopped for the night.

Saturday morning...I managed to get brave enough to try the old farmhouse again. And again, I made my poor sister sit on the phone to keep me company. House looked the same, except several bags of trash joined the 'stuff' sitting on the front porch. I knock, dog barks, and sleepy looking man comes to the door. It was obvious I'd woke him up (10am!), he was rubbing his eyes, looking sleepy or stoned (both?), piercings thru various parts of his face, tattoos on arms, pitt bull by his side. After explaining a couple of times that I'd like to search his property for some puppies that the Momma dog hauled there...he said yes and I left. I know, I really shouldn't judge people by their looks or the way they keep house....but, after watching way too much evening news...rarely have I seen a Soccer Mom serial killer or rapist, they tend to look more like the dude in the farmhouse. (play theme from the movie Psycho now)

Check back to see if I live thru the weekend!