So now our dog runs are shared. No problem, this time of year the chickens aren't out anyway. And the neighbor is keeping his dogs cooped up on the other side. They sit straight and attentive when you draw near, and watch every little movement of your face. Spooky-smart bastards, always getting out and whipping those tiny tails around. They so love living.
Wooden fences are cheap and last ten years or so, good for new houses but the neighbor's house isn't that new, and I don't think the fence posts were mounted properly anyway, so they rotted away and when the big storm hit, thar she blows. We will get wrought iron put in, with vertical members that dogs can't climb, and it'll open up the yard too and things'll be nice. Yay for insurance.
(Addendum: It is of no significance that this post is of no significance. I wrote it so I could go to bed and get some sleep. You understand.)
7 comments:
What a mess! It's a good thing no trees fell too.
The wrought iron costs more than the wood, though, right? Or does it?
"...Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind."
Name that tune/artist!
Um .. the Thamesmen?
Donovan, from perhaps his best love song, "Catch the Wind."
One of my faves from the days of sitting in front of the folks old radio cabinet listening to KYA and playing with my Matchbox car GT 350.
You have chickens? Like, for pets?? ;)
Kinda like pets, cause they get all excited and clucky when they see someone come out of the house and they haven't been fed in a while. But we eat their children I mean eggs, and when one dies there's not much sentiment, just a shovel and a heave ho into the blackberries.
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