Greensage45
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I am a bit taken back this morning. I shouldn't be, I really shouldn't let this bother me at all.
My dog is now 2-years-old, and he is so funny and particular that he will not go to the bathroom in my yard. He just wont do it. So everyday (twice a day for the first year) we take a long walk. We take several routes (this is after all an agricultural community or used to be until they started subdividing).
There is a small pecan orchard to the North of my house. They have developed it with a paved road and even put up street signs with the cul-de-sac turns where this will one day be drives into a housing area. One sign says "Pecan Orchard Estates". There is no fence and they flood to irrigate and keep the weeds down as the seasons pass.
Rudi and I walk through there enough to be a visual fixture in the landscape. We do not stick to one route based on which way Rudi wants to travel that day. Today was this particular orchard.
So this woman pulls up in this big white truck. She sticks her fat face out the window and bellows "please do not walk through the orchard". Uggh!!!
Here I am standing in knee high weeds on the side of a dirt road with a bag of dog poo and this woman has an issue. Good Lord!
So I simply told her "Put up a sign, Hell, put up a dozen signs" "I cannot read your mind"
She said I live over there and I have dogs!....Well I live over there and this is my dog, and further more I know your dogs and I know your house. She stormed off! What nerve.
She simply saw a long-haired skinny hippie sauntering through and she got freaky! She did, I mean this route is used by local kids to get to the high school on the opposite end of the acreage. She profiled me!
She either, in two years of me walking by, has never taken notice of me before. She is menopausal!, or she is a nut job and this has nothing to do with the orchard.
OK....LOL, what the heck was that?? I never go near her house because of her big ole dogs. Who would.
I guess I am ranting and as much as I am a hermit most days, these types of folks sure know how to ruin a pretty day!
Ron
My dog is now 2-years-old, and he is so funny and particular that he will not go to the bathroom in my yard. He just wont do it. So everyday (twice a day for the first year) we take a long walk. We take several routes (this is after all an agricultural community or used to be until they started subdividing).
There is a small pecan orchard to the North of my house. They have developed it with a paved road and even put up street signs with the cul-de-sac turns where this will one day be drives into a housing area. One sign says "Pecan Orchard Estates". There is no fence and they flood to irrigate and keep the weeds down as the seasons pass.
Rudi and I walk through there enough to be a visual fixture in the landscape. We do not stick to one route based on which way Rudi wants to travel that day. Today was this particular orchard.
So this woman pulls up in this big white truck. She sticks her fat face out the window and bellows "please do not walk through the orchard". Uggh!!!
Here I am standing in knee high weeds on the side of a dirt road with a bag of dog poo and this woman has an issue. Good Lord!
So I simply told her "Put up a sign, Hell, put up a dozen signs" "I cannot read your mind"
She said I live over there and I have dogs!....Well I live over there and this is my dog, and further more I know your dogs and I know your house. She stormed off! What nerve.
She simply saw a long-haired skinny hippie sauntering through and she got freaky! She did, I mean this route is used by local kids to get to the high school on the opposite end of the acreage. She profiled me!
She either, in two years of me walking by, has never taken notice of me before. She is menopausal!, or she is a nut job and this has nothing to do with the orchard.
OK....LOL, what the heck was that?? I never go near her house because of her big ole dogs. Who would.
I guess I am ranting and as much as I am a hermit most days, these types of folks sure know how to ruin a pretty day!
Ron