Life in the burbs

The dogs love to come home. Whether they have just come from a visit to the neighborhood, a walk, as we say, or from sunning on the carport, on leash, my dogs are always happy to be home. They run from the door, tails wagging, and head to my office, in the back of the house.

There is a pipe in the basement of this house that always hits my head when I get near it. It is near the washer and dryer, so I, mostly, don’t think of it being there ready to hit me, at all. Life in the burbs is both happy, and can kill you.

Hopefully The Good Lord won’t want me any time soon!