No sooner had I written, "Then, there's my dog. I swear he's marking territory in the hopes that both sets of neighbors pack up and leave - he's a fiesty little thing," this morning when I found out that our neighbors are moving in a few weeks. Like, in the very next interaction I had with them.
Guess the giant Pod out front should have been a good clue.
If this keeps up, I'm going to start crapping on the lawns of really nice homes and claim squatter's rights.
Heh, squatter's rights.
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