Weekend Project

Have you ever had a nosy neighbor? We do. His name is Vern and he's about 75. He makes it his business to know anything and everything that is going on, on our street. He than makes it his business to complain about it.

He has made numerous complaints to us over the years about our dogs. Sensing his complaints, our dogs have decided to hate him. They go nuts when they see him outside, which is often, since he is 75 and has nothing to do other than to putter around in his yard. After a long week of him being outside, and them barking, we decided to bite the bullet and pay to have a 6 ft fence installed.

Before Colin, our friend and contractor, could begin, we had to cut down some the trees that lined the 4 ft wire fence ( which btw, his wife is insisting they keep on their side! What is the freakin' point?). Brian was off to Home Depot to rent a chain saw last night and this is is how I found him in the yard:



While we are now left with a huge brush pile and no clue what to do with it, the dogs are thrilled at their huge pile of chew sticks: