kittygilchrist
01-30-2014, 11:39 AM
Emma is on her last nerve with construction across the street. It is after all, her job to protect me and our turf. She stays riled up about people she hears talking, machines beeping, and what she can see going on, which is a thin slice of the whole commotion.
I'm tired of it too, especially when the street sweeper loads my yard with rib bones and hundreds of niblets of trash. Thank you for cleaning the street.
OK. I'm done.
I'm tired of it too, especially when the street sweeper loads my yard with rib bones and hundreds of niblets of trash. Thank you for cleaning the street.
OK. I'm done.