Every year, as the “spring forward” time change approaches I tell myself I will start getting to bed earlier and trying to reset my internal clock. Every year I don’t do this. Every year, I find myself cursing on this Sunday night. Oh well . . . at least I’m consistent. Who knows, maybe next year I will really attempt to pre-adjust to the time change. Probably not, but it could happen . . .
Fun weekend. The weather has been spectacular. Mike and the boys did scout stuff all day on Saturday. That gave me a day to teach Cally about the electric fence. Scout helped. I’ll say one thing for Cally, she’s not stupid. It’s been going really well. We have the little flags up around the perimeter of the fence for a week or so until Cally has learned the boundaries. It’s not really a Better Homes and Garden landscape look, but worth it in the long run.
A local dog-lover asked me if Cally was part Bernese Mountain Dog. I had to google the breed to learn that she has similar coloring, but is far too small and has way less hair. However, reading about the Bernese dogs, I found a link to a site for Appenzell Mountain Dogs and without a doubt, this is what Cally is. Crazy, we have basically adopted a Swiss Border Collie. At least now we better know how to train her.
I’m getting the feeling that our neighbor is not happy with our decision to adopt another dog – not that either dog is in her yard or is a nuisance in any way. I think the flag border for the electric fence might have been the trigger. Either way, we had two visits from the police today. One in the morning on a code enforcement thing that was a non-thing, but, man, Mike was angry, angry, angry. Mike is not an angry person. Not a great way to kick off the day. Late in the afternoon, there were 5-6 boys (10-12) playing down here. Nothing unusual and they were following the neighborhood rules of staying away from the neighbor’s house as much as possible. Still, a police cruiser pulled up here around five with a complaint about bikes and debris cluttering the road. The officer looked around – there were a bunch of bikes in my yard and nothing in the road. @@’
I’m at a loss. Clearly something about us makes this woman seethe with anger and hatred. But, all joking aside, I’m tired of meeting the Winter Springs police one at a time. What a huge waste of time, money and resources. Mike has decided it’s time to have a truly HUGE party . . . he figures if we’re having the police here twice a day on a day where we’re doing yard work and laundry, we might as well have some fun.
I dunno. I just want to be able to live my life without thinking someone is watching our every move – it’s just creepy and sad and creepy.