Oh no! I'm so sorry! We also live next door to pigs. Their backyard is a dump, with a shed with holes in the walls; we've seen rats and snakes (I had to stop storing the birdseed outside because the rat was coming over to our porch to eat it). There is a missing window in one of the bedrooms--on the side of the house that faces us--that they have not bothered to even board up, they simply stuck a chunk of styrofoam(!!) in the open space. A broken window in the front of the house is boarded up. Food delivery services arrive at their door 3-4 times a day with huge bags of Chick Fil'A, McDonalds, KFC, Taco Bell. We have literally watched rats and snakes enter their attic through a hole near the chimney. I know there is currently some wildlife living back there, because I hear it rustling around in the night and Good Girl and Brilliant Boy often have to be kept from running over there to investigate/bark. They have a dog. The dog was kept outside in their mess of a backyard all the time before, and my dad (this was before we lived here) and some of the women from the neighborhood used to feed it because it was literally skin and bones. (Their other dog, which died before we got here, used to cry outside all night in the freezing cold; when the police and animal control were called, the neighbors refused to let them see the animals.) Anyway. Dad and his ladyfriends had a plan to basically steal the dog--to rescue it--but one day the wifepig caught one of the ladies feeding the dog and had a fit. The dog was taken inside at that point. It has now gained weight and looks normal (yay) but it has turned mean, it seems. Last year they let it out in the front yard to do its business (which they never clean up of course, although it does stay in their yard) and it came over to our yard, where my husband and older daughter were getting into the car. I didn't see this--all I knew was our Good Girl (this was just before we got Mr. Wonderful) was looking out the window and suddenly flipped the fuck out. I honestly thought she was going to crash through the glass. Turned out Neighbor's Dog went up to my daughter (who is nervous around dogs), sniffed her hand, and then tried to remove said hand with his teeth; only my husband's quick reflexes prevented it from happening.  Neighborpigs surprised us by being really apologetic and promising they would never let their dog out front without a leash again, so we let it go in the name of neighborly friendliness and No Harm Done (and another reason, which I'll get to in a minute). That lasted about four months. Now not only is Dog out front doing his business without a leash all the time, but it seems like he is always out front doing his business without a leash at the exact time I'm taking my girls to school in the morning, or when we arrive home, and once when I was walking past with Sir Awesomedog (and of course Neighbor Dog came after him, which IMO has contributed to Sir Awesomedog's dog reactivity when leashed). They never say a word about this or apologize, though they do call him back in. It's like their pig brains can't retain the knowledge that A) they promised us he wouldn't be outside off leash; and B) we leave the house at the same damn time every day, so it wouldn't be hard to avoid having him out front when my girls are walking out to get into the car.  They actually cleaned up their backyard a few months ago, but we believe they still let the dog out front because they cannot get to the backyard from inside the house. (There also in an open doorway leading to the backyard--"open" in that no door is in it, though there is a door leaning against it sort of.) These people literally pay nothing for their home--it was paid off years ago. The Dadpig has a decent job apparently. But they spend all their money on take-out, I guess--and then their electric bills must be crazy given that their house is more like an open-air park pavilion than an actual home. The thing is, these pigs lost their fifteen-year-old son just before we moved here. To sleep apnea. Despite my general loathing of these pigs, I cannot help but feel genuinely bad for them--the mother, especially, with whom I've spoken a few times and who has always been very nice, but who is clearly still devastated by the loss. It's our understanding that while they have always been pigs, it was after their son's death that things really started to fall apart. (This is one reason we were nice about the dog.) We often hear them screaming at each other throughout the night. Their oldest son, who was both the thinnest and the most normal, moved out six months or so ago and rarely comes back to visit. tl;dr I live next door to pigs with a pet, too, and it's awful. They shouldn't be allowed to own pets.