We've got a rabid Democrat bleedin' heart school teacher Obama/Hillary supporter living a few doors away that has called the authorities because someone was popping them (turns out it was her hubster... now he's got an issue with potentially losing his civil rights). So, the gent whose Toyota got ate up has been trapping and relocating a few. I've taken other steps to protect mine which seems to be working, fixes the perpetrator permanently, and doesn't leave evidence (once they quit smokin').
There's ways to induce the desire to vacate the area that cause no permanent damage, teacher might even think it's their own idea to leave if done correctly. Sounds like you have a capitol idea for the varmits.
There are at least four neighbors that would like to borrow your dog... how far from Chesapeake, VA are you?
So many sheep. So little time. Prior to moving to suburbia to live with a woman who has such exquisitely good taste in men that I just couldn't resist her, I lived in a played-out mining town (population 2 people, 2 dogs, and a cat) here in Northern Nevada. Sort of place where gunfire only means that the neighbor is home and the CC&R's require that you put tires on your roof to keep it in place in the wind. Critters munching on electrical insulation were a big problem. I laid mouse traps on the engine of my Ranchero, my (sole) neighbor had to advance to putting rat traps on the engine of his vehicle (which had become disabled when mere mouse traps had failed to protect it from insulation-munching rodents). Moving from ghost town to suburbia has been a big change. Did you know that suburbanites expect you to put your pants on before you go out to get something from your vehicle? What's that about?