We have some interesting neighbors. The people who live next door to us have five kids, two dogs, three cats, four ducks, some birds and they used to have rabbits but they died. Lately they've been enduring some marital discord, the details of which have been filtering around the neighborhood. These people are pretty loud, they blast 80s music while they sit beside their pool (not that I mind the 80s...I am a child of the 80s, but I can only listen to "Pour Some Sugar on Me" so many times on a Saturday afternoon) and the wife regularly does donuts in the front yard with her ATV. Yep, they're rednecks. Despite all of this, at least one individual from our household has recently taken interest in the inhabitants next door.
I usually let the dog out without a leash. When she's finished, she comes back to the front door and scrapes on it to let me know she's ready to come in. Ahhh, the joys of living in a neighborhood in the country where I don't have to worry where my dog poops.
Anyway, Shelby has recently been taking longer and longer to come back. This morning, I walked outside looking for her and found her over in our neighbors' backyard with the ducks. Now the scene wasn't so much "Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom"...it was more like "Charlotte's Web"...she was simply conversing with the ducks..getting to know them, if you will. I do, however, sense that one day her instincts will take over, a la "The Fox and the Hound", and feathers will fly. So from now on, Shelby's adventures outdoors will be heavily monitored so as not to draw the ire of Larry the Cable Guy and his family.
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oh, Shelby did always seem a bit like Wilber the Pig to me... not that i've even had the chance to meet her, but you know... from what i can see :)
don't even start complaining about your redneck neighbors.
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