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Hello, everybody! It's a beautiful, sunny, mild day here in north Georgia! We're going to take the Suki dog out to the parp, or maybe/probably the dog-parp in a bit (parrrrrrp!). Because it's just one of those relaxed, do-something days. Before we go, however, there was some chilling out, breakfast eating, and espresso drinking to be done. It was while I was taking care of those duties that there came a knock on the door. I let Mike answer it, because hey. People don't usually knock on our door, and when they do, they're typically selling something - usually magazines, roofing, or religion. Mike likes to deal with that. I don't. I noticed, however, that it looked like an elderly lady, so I warned him that I thought it was a neighbor. Which it was. I was busy with the Gaggia, however, so I let him take it.

Apparently, she came over to inform us that at ten o'clock this morning, a red fox came right up in her front yard! Okay, that's... cute, I guess. I mean, I dig the wildlife. And she did caution us when we had coyotes in the neighborhood and Suki was just a baby-dog and smaller and maybe could have been bait for that sort of thing, I guess. But the novelty of the fox was gone, since a few months ago I actually saw a red fox come right up to our back deck under the kitchen window to just hang out in the grass. Okay, she wasn't just hanging out, she was scratching and scooting her butt in the grass. It was... neat and weird. But I digress. Mike told the neighbor, "Neat! Yeah, Ilex saw one in our yard a few months ago..." I didn't hear the rest of the conversation, but after a few more minutes he came inside with a bemused sort of look, and said, "...Okay, then." Because apparently the reason the neighbor came over was to "warn" us about foxes on the loose, in case we notice that Suki was acting "sad."

...

...whut?

We both had a giggle fest over this. I mean, the only way it could have been funnier is if Mike had been less than sober. In a special way that I won't discuss here.

...Oh, wait.

Of course, this is also the same neighbor who informed me a while back that the elderly man who lives across the street from us was in the hospital and apparently very unwell, as in, 'probably won't make it'. And then she says, "So it looks like there'll be another house up for sale on our street soon." o_O

Oh, the people in our neighborhood.

Then again, there was a morning a week or so ago when, at 7am, someone started laying on their horn and then honking it intermittently after that. Now, I've had to deal with douchery like this before, where someone starts "carpooling" and the driver is a lazy fucker who would rather wake up the entire neighborhood than get out of the car and knock on the goddamned door. So I got up and yelled out the window, "ENOUGH WITH THE FRIGGIN HORN ALREADY!" Because you know, I'm a northern girl at heart. Well, a few days later I was outside with Suki and our next door neighbor was out unloading groceries. (Even though these are the same people w/the remote controlled cars, they're ultimately a sweet family and we get along.) She saw me and came rushing over and said, "I wanted to tell you I am SO SORRY about the horn on our truck the other day. The security system had a short and it started just going off intermittently and we couldn't get it to stop and I wanted you to know that we would NEVER do that intentionally..." blah blah blah.

So yeah. Who's the crazy, now? *hangs head in shame* But then, like Mike said, at 7am with a sudden car horn blaring, everyone gets a free pass for crazy.

To finish things off, have a picture of my dog:



She was only two here. Now she's going to be five this year! *sniffle* They grow so fast! :(