This is Willow – she’s my drinking buddy at the Draught House. Well, I have the IPA and she has water and the occasional jerky treat. She came to my friend, her human companion, from the South Texas Aussie Rescue.
So, my neighbors put in a pool. My outdoor sanctuary is gone. Partly it was a self-inflicted wound; they needed our permission to tear down the fence and destroy a good part of the yard so they could get the backhoe in. Every lawyer I know told me I should have said no. I knew I should have said no. But I didn’t say no. The construction was bad enough, but I knew worse was coming and it did. My outdoor sanctuary is gone. I guess I already said that.
There’s now a pool party almost every night. This one from four days ago was the worst. We counted 42 place settings at this table. 42 women showed up about 7:30 for cocktails. 42 women sat down to dinner at 8:45. 42 women jumped into the pool, screaming like 8-year-olds at 11:oo.
We used Perfect Lawns to clean up the damage. I still haven’t presented the neighbors with the bill; they typically use a guy with a pick-up truck and some shovels. Things are finally getting a little bit back to normal, but the new normal, I guess.
We put in a ‘wall’ of crepe myrtles and Cherry Laurel for privacy. We also did a more professional job on the firewood placement.
The puppies are glad to have their yard back in tact. In April, Brian got two Pražský Krysaříks (‘Prague Ratters’ in English – I don’t even try it in Czech.). Fanny and Mable.
I haven’t posted in a while; it’s been a tough time. In January, we lost our Gus. I think I’m still in shock. Between five vets and three animal hospitals, we’re still not sure what happened. He developed an exceptionally rare autoimmune reaction to something – maybe his vaccinations – and he just slipped away.
The girls at Healthy Pet just love Gus – they passed him around for selfies in his hoodie…