Years ago, when we lived in town, I got to meet our neighbors by one small knock on our back door........upon opening,................seeing a small child and being asked if "my kid" could come out to play. It wouldn't be long during play times , that their parents, our neighbors, would come over and introduce themselves. Since moving out to the country................where neighbors and visitors are scarce.........things have changed................
this is the most common way...........I have met all of my "distant neighbors" ..................from way down the road............over the fields............through the woods...............through their beloved dogs. This is Diesel(above photo)...........he has been over...........off and on..........for the past several weeks. I have shooed him, yelled, thrown rocks, chased him with a broom, and have done the strangest things that would chase even the meanest bobcat away.............but no.........not him. He's delighted in my behaviour and jumps around and all over me in tail wagging glee. I have carted him off in the back of the pick up several times, depositing him around other farms.......hoping he might belong there.............only to find him at my back door.............excited to see me.........in few days. Yet, I have to admit...........he is a big sweetie. This time he showed up with a phone number written on his tag, in which I called and got to meet my neighbors who live on a cattle ranch a little ways from here. Although there have been several sets of dogs that have run through here way before I had Sophie............I need to get Sophie spayed. This would probably cure Diesel's problem................and mine. And as for Sophie?..................well
Her eyes say it all!
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