Saturday morning...

It's a lovely Saturday morning here and I'm planning to walk up to a nearby elementary school for a craft fair a little bit later today. Get shopping and exercise all in one! Try not to think about Tennessee football!

In the meanwhile, I'm thinking evil thoughts about our next door neighbor, the one with the sled dog team. It's not even 8am, and he's up trimming his little scraggly lawn. First, he went after a bush with a chain saw. Hasn't this yahoo heard of big pruning shears? Now he's attacking the rest of his yard with a gas-powered weed wacker. I feel positive he's violating the covenants (no noisy outside work until 8:00), though I think he does become legal in 4 minutes.

Last night his five dogs were barking and howling. Huskies seem to like to howl! It sounds kind of cute when they do it, but it was getting loud. So after several minutes of that, I went outside. They had all climbed up on this pile of trash he has out there, and I think some of the trick-or-treaters walking behind the back fence had gotten their attention.

As soon as I came into view, their ears perked up and their tails started wagging, and they looked SO cute. Then they all jumped down to come see me at the fence. I talked to them and petted their noses, and they were quiet after that.

It just breaks out hearts, though. They're so sweet and cute and responsive to people and we NEVER see him (or anyone) interact with them. By and large, they're good dogs. They don't bark endlessy and aimlessly like some of the critters nearby. It's just every now and then they get a little loud and they quiet right down.

Chris has just reported that the guy now has his lawn mower out. WHAT FOR? He has no lawn! "He has a few high clumps," said Chris. Those are WEEDS! I think I even hear him around the back. How does the mower deal with all the dog poop he never picks up?

And now Chris is telling me that I should be more understanding, guy probably doesn't have a lot of money, doing his best to keep his property up, and that's why he raises dogs for meat... ??????

Regardless of Chris's funny comments (ha ha honey), rest assured that if either of us gets wind of any harm to those pups, we'll be calling the humane society, the policy, Animal Planet, the Dog Whisperer, the Iditarod, you name it. They seem happy and though they're thin, they don't look unhealthy. But Aunt Eva is keeping her eye out... And her hand over the fence, petting them from time to time.

I hear a husky howl - guess they don't like the lawn mower noise either....