My name’s Mandy, and I’ve always been the laid-back neighbor. That changed when the Thompsons moved in next door with their two big dogs, Max and Daisy. At first, they were friendly enough, but things took a turn when I started finding dog poop in my garden, clearly tossed over the fence by them.
I tried to address it politely, but John denied it, even suggesting it was my kids’ fault. Frustrated, I decided to teach them a lesson. As a good baker, I made a batch of chocolate chip cookies, but with a twist—I added smelly dog treats instead of chocolate chips.
I left the cookies on their porch with a friendly note. Later that day, I heard John yelling, “What’s wrong with these cookies?” I overheard them arguing, admitting they’d been throwing the poop over. The best part? After that, the dog mess stopped appearing in my yard.
Weeks later, at a neighborhood BBQ, I offered them more cookies. They quickly declined, avoiding eye contact. My little act of revenge worked, and the Thompsons became the perfect neighbors.
