Good neighbor?

In the 29 years we've lived in Park City, we always had good neighbors. This was until we built our new home; one of our next door neighbors didn't appreciate that the vacant lot bordering his home was growing a house of its own and decided to make our life difficult through the construction process.

A few days ago, he complained bitterly to me that the wire used for his dog fence which, by the way, was sitting on my property, had been torn apart by the workers. Yesterday, in a similar scenario, he accused me of throwing deadwood on his lot.

I responded quite forcefully by telling him I wouldn't be bullied by his tactics and my reaction seemed to be enough for shutting him down. At least for the moment.