Around where I lived for a while, one of the neighbors was an African prince with a giant mansion. He had statues of lions outside his gate and all kinds of nice cars on the inside. He owned a pond with fountains and all that. I used to joke he had a giraffe somewhere back there.
At my parents place out in the sticks: shortly after moving in, our neighbors shot another neighbor's dog. After that, the new guys put up a huge fence with some barbed wire running along the top of it. Everyone refers to it as the "compound". The husband is an alright man, but the wife (with stepkids) is a looney-tune.
Other neighbors are great -- having been neighbors for many years. Their dog has gotten really old, though, and likes to come into the yard and **** there.