Yesterday was quite the exciting day at home I hear.  Events of the day were driven by the psychotic dog behind us.  We have long referred to this dog as “Stupid Mabel,” and she is well-known to us (and unfortunately probably everyone else within earshot) as Teagan’s arch-nemesis.  Probably twice an hour or so, these two will meet at the fence and engage in a barking match that does not end until both are forcibly dragged away.  They’ve never seen each other, being a wooden privacy fence, but from the sound of the barking they are quite sure they don’t like each other.  They carry on like that all day long, even as early as 5:30 in the morning sometimes.  (Oops, sorry everybody, yeah that’s my dog.)  You can almost see it on Teagan’s face in the morning as soon as she finishes eating:  “Well, that was a tasty breakfast.  Hmmm, guess I’ll go bark at Mabel now, get this day off and running.”  It’s even worse that she has, I have to admit, one of the most annoying barks I’ve ever heard.  Mabel has a regular old “dog bark,” Teagan sounds like a Pomeranian that’s been hit with a cattle prod.

Anyway, yesterday Donette stayed at home all day, because she had a lot of work to do.  Apparently it was hindering her focus on said work having to go drag the dog away from the fence constantly.  So, she walked around the block, knocked on the door, and asked if Stupid Mabel could come over and visit for the day.  (Possibly without the “Stupid” part…  I don’t know, I wasn’t there.)  They agreed that sounded like a good idea, and she brought the mortal enemy home.  What do you know, they hit it off instantly, and played together all day.  They were actually both still together when I got home, although they were both so worn out I didn’t see them in action.  Problem solved?  We shall see.  There were actually no incidents at the fence all evening, a first to be sure.  We’ll see how long this truce lasts.