In July, we got new neighbors. All people that are 21-19. Parties every weekend. One weekend one of the friend that stays there, did donuts in the gravel and did thousands of dollars of damage to three of our cars, and broke a window in Ron's shed and left rocks everywhere on our property. Big rocks. Rocks in the swimming pool. We called the sheriff and the kid who did it was drunk in the cab of the truck with no drivers license. He didn't even get a ticket. So it has been one thing after another that I won't go into here right now. I want to tell you about this morning.
You can't blame dogs for acting like dogs! This has happened over and over again. Only this time I was afraid I was going to be attacked. I haven't complained because I just hate the dogs getting beat. They are turning them into mean dogs though and that makes me sad. I won't even tell you about the poor horse.
I think I will take skunks!
Have a lovely day,
|People don’t notice whether it’s winter or summer when they’re happy. ~Anton Chekhov|