Commiserations to all with difficult neighbours.
We once rented a small place with no back entrance with an outside wheelie bin that tucked just inside a small porch, no front garden, just a path that edged a central green area.
That house was the only one that didn't have a back entrance. Also, the hall was dog-legged with a big storage heater on the wall which would have made it impossible to get a wheelie bin in and out that way.
Our neighbour one day stopped us in the street and told us to get the fucking wheelie bin round the back. Explained we couldn't and he went off on one about our rich, airline pilot landlord and how it was alright for him living in some posh place somewhere while he had to look at our fucking wheelie bin. He was worked up into an absolute fury.
The following Saturday morning, I got up and was about to go out only to find he'd parked immediately outside our front door, pinning the wheelie bin to the door itself.
The grass was churned up and there were tyre tracks all round the green as if he'd been driving round like a lunatic.
The gard was called (Ireland) gard and the was called landlord and things got sorted out, thankfully, as we were literally blocked until the bin and car were removed.
Our landlord proposed that he collect our rubbish and take it away once a week and remove the wheelie bin altogether which we declined owing to how unreliable he was. Luckily other ndn said we could tuck the bin just inside his porch which nutty neighbour couldn't see.
Glad we left after a year and got our own place.
Back to original poster: Tell your neighbours to put some modesty under-garmentry on their brazen animals. It's no wonder your dogs keep looking at them if they're strutting about flaunting their secret parts at them.