Odds & Ends #3
The ongoing saga of the pit bull in the yard behind me continues. At last count, he had ripped out pickets in our fence no less than SIX TIMES. I am holding my dogs hostage in my own house, because I can’t let them out without supervision. Guys, I love dogs. But when my dogs look like little marshmallows, and the dog next door looks like a barrel, clearly, steps must be taken.
Not the dog, but the approximate size and scale of the pit bull next door.
Texts between Shasta and the Lady Behind Me with the Pit Bull (LBMWTPB):
sk: Because of the problem with your dog tearing down the fence, I am going to have the fence replaced. Since it is a shared fence, are you able to share in the cost? It’s $ridiculousamountofmoney.
LBMWTPB: NO. I don’t want to share the cost.
sk: OK, thanks!
<eyeroll> Pretty much what I expected. I have been fuming about this for days. If I buy a brand new fence for what is now going to be MY fence, if her dog tears it up…well, I won’t do anything. Because I am a wimp.
We have a blast of Arctic air coming this way over the weekend. I am skeered. Single digit cold and sub-zero windchills. The officials assure us that the grid will hold, but I’m still PSTD-ing from February 2021.
There’s a lady in my neighborhood who makes fudge, so I decided to buy some from her for our Christmas festivities this weekend. I am always happy to support small businesses. Text to my sister:
sk: I bought 1 pound of fudge!
HJJ: ONE POUND?!?
sk: Hey, I don’t even know how much one pound is. Fudge is dense. I may have overshot.
I picked up the fudge today. Grammy from Grammy’s Goodies told me, “If you need more before the weekend, I’m here!” Lady, I’m fat, but I’m not crazy.
Approximate amount of fudge I bought.
Piper has finally mastered the dog door. She goes in! She goes out! All day long!! But she won’t eat. I buy the best dog food money can buy, and she turns up her nose. I’ve never seen a dog who won’t eat. Winnie eats rabbit poo all day long.
My sister has dealt with this issue all her dog Ana’s life. Ana won’t eat either, UNLESS you put a fried egg on her food. I absolutely refuse to be that pet owner.
Guess who put an egg in Piper’s bowl this morning? She ate it like a champ.
Going forward, I suppose I’m making a fried egg every morning.
Approximate egg I cooked.
