Meeting the neighbours.

A couple of days ago, Tucker introduced me to the woman who lives next door by attempting to play with her dog, even though the dog was on the other side of the fence and about the size of one of his chew toys. She seems nice. Young though.

Tonight, Tucker introduced me to the man who lives in the house directly behind us by barking at him nonstop, even though he was, yet again, on the other side of the fence. He also seems nice but I was taken aback when he said, “I'm Father Mooney, a retired priest.”

A priest. In my backyard. I wonder if that means I should turn the music up or down?


Posted by Ripley on July 08, 2004