I heard somewhere that one definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different outcome. If that is true, either I or my neighbor must be nutty as a fruitcake. I truly couldn't believe it when I looked out at dusk and saw two of her dogs in my front yard again; the larger brown and smaller black Labradoodles. It hasn't been even three months since her dogs were here last. I had received an impassioned, two-page, typewritten letter from her then, telling me that "good neighbors" work together to solve a problem, the implication being that I was not a good neighbor. Since I cannot pen her dogs for her nor bring myself to shoot them, I don't know what my part would be in the solution. The goats were bunched together in the corner of the pen, trembling and giving their "danger" snorts, so I know the dogs had been harassing them again. I was darn near trampled as the girls rushed to get into the safety of the barn. Animal Control will be informed. Maybe this time the insanity will stop.
The world is turning on its axis again. Daylight starts later and ends earlier these days. Not cool yet by any stretch of the imagination, yesterday's temp was not in the triple digits. The number of pedestrian turkeys working their way across the property is growing. A very large flock of quail has taken up residence in the unburned brush pile out by the garden. (It seems I'm destined to have that unsightly lump of clippings forever on my horizon.) Pre-season football is back; my loyalties are divided between the Vikings and the Steelers. Yup, we're heading toward fall.