I've been dealing with my own "crazy grandpa" for over 3 years now. It's not music being too loud, it's him accusing my dog of taking a dump in his insanely neat yard. It started out sanely enough, I was walking my dog and he had just finished doing his business, along the curb of his NEIGHBOR'S house. He runs up to me, and stands there and watches me pick it up. Fine. About a week later, I pick up a load and put it in a trash can, why should I carry it with me, when there are trashcans waiting to be picked up, and the truck is minutes behind me? I get about a block past his house, and he comes flying up in his car, screaming at me that my dog dumped in his yard! I turn around and go back, and there is a HUGE pile in his yard, obviously by a much larger dog than my 55 pounder (see avatar) King. I laughed at him, and he went nuts. He insisted my dog had done it, and refused to listen to me. I told him off finally, and he calls the cops.
When the cops got there, they get out and one of them pats King on the head, and says, "What did you do?" The old guy points to the immense pile, and yells, "HE DID THAT!!" The cops looked at King, looked at the pile, looked at King again, and laughed. Gramps got seriously PO'ed at that, and finally the older cop told him, "Sir, there's no way that dog did that, whatever it was that did do it was twice his size, at least!" Gramps threatened to call the police chief, and was still making threats when the cops left on another call.
Everything was ok for a while, I had hurt my back so I wasn't even walking the dog for at least 3 weeks before the next thing happened. I was at the drug store, and there is Gramps. He sees me, and starts screaming at me, telling his wife "He's the guy whose dog keeps crapping in our yard every morning!" I say back, "Well, since I haven't walked my dog for almost a month, that would be a good trick!" He keeps screaming at me all the way to the check out, and stands behind me, telling me he's going to have me "arrested". I ignore him and say to his wife, "You need to get him some help!" He really got wound up, and just as I get checked out, here comes the cops. The manager of the store had called them. It was the same two who had come before. They were in the parking lot a couple of minutes before they came in, and heard a lot of his tirade. The cops took us outside, and eventually told him to leave me alone. Gramps accused the cops of being "in cahoots" with me!
After my back got better, I started walking the dog again, and avoided Gramps's entire street. One day, right after I picked up a load, here he comes in his car, screaming at me again. I had taken enough from this crazy old coot, and I flung the bag at him and told him to "Eat it and die, you crazy old b*****d!" He had already called the cops, this time it was the Lt who got the lucky call. He listens to the old whackjob rant for a few minutes, then tells him to be quiet. Then he asks me what's going on, and I tell him what just happened. He says to Gramps, "Sir, if he tossed a bag of poop at you, and it was fresh, then he obviously picked it up didn't he?" Gramps kind of stammered a few seconds and says, "He probably made the bag up before he left his house!" The cop snorts, and tells him, "Get into your car, and go home. NOW!" Gramps says, "I want to file charges on him!" The cop sighs and says, "GO HOME NOW, OR I'M GONNA ARREST YOU, AND HAVE YOU UNDERGO A PSYCHIATRIC EVALUATION!!!" "UNDERSTAND?" Gramps mumbled about everyone being against him, and left.
I thought it was all settled, but a few days ago, I'm sitting at a light, and here is Gramps next to me, screaming at me! His wife is trying to shut him up, but he's off the deep end, accusing me of calling him, and (his fixation) of my dog crapping in his yard again. I just laughed and told his wife to please get the "Poor old guy some help!" When I got home a couple of hours later, he had left a 15 minute message on my answering machine, saying I was "torturing him".. I called the cops, who took a report, and then went over and had a talk with him and his wife. They played the CD I had made of it to them, and his wife told them there would not be any more calls. If he calls again, the cops told me they would arrest him, and he almost for sure would get some sort of shrink time, if he acted in court the way he did when they talked to him, he would get a couple of weeks worth..
He's 84, and I wish he would just "go", it's getting as old as he is! Problem is, both his parents lived to be over 100, so he's probably going to be around for a while. Would him going to a "home" be too much to ask?
