What this world needs is a few more rednecks

I swear that is the song my neighbors (not the super nice ones to the west who I think left me perennials on my front porch this morning) are currently karaoke-singing in their backyard! They did apologize to me over the mic as I was getting in and out of the shed to do yardwork; they swore they’d be better singers when they were drunker. David thinks they bought their daughter the new red Mustang. She doesn’t seem old enough to drive. They’re nice enough and we swap who cuts the side yard between us, so I’m not too worried. Their charcoal grill smells good.

I feel like I am cutting down the backyard, and every pile of brush I create unearths old dog poo piles. The dogs are thrilled that their favorite areas will now be accessible again. I suppose that’s better than Casper pooping on the walk like she did this morning.

3 thoughts on “What this world needs is a few more rednecks

  1. You wouldn’t like my dog. He ONLY poops on walks. If it’s an emergency he’ll go in the yard. But he likes to save them up to go at least twice, if not three times, on a walk.

  2. No, no, Casper hates going on a walk (though she does usually poop while on one). I mean she has been pooping on the sidewalk from the back door of the house to the garage because she couldn’t get to preferred parts of the yard. Or she’s afraid of grass now… I can’t tell what the issue is yet.

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