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Feb. 26th, 2010 03:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kylinnSo, we're digging out the driveway this morning to let Malada get to work. And digging. And digging. As we're about 3/4 done, and closing in on the awful pile of slush/snow dumped in the driveway by the town plow, I notice a couple of up-street neighbors using snow blowers, and go to ask one if we can hire his help.
As I begin explaining who we are and what we're asking, he makes a comment in a bright, curious tone of voice. "Is that Girl's house?"
"Why, why, yes; it is Girl's house. Poor thing was buried up to her chest when we first let her out this morning."
"I'll be glad to help! Just a minute to finish off here and I'll be right over. No charge!"
We may not know all our neighbors, but they know our dog.
As I begin explaining who we are and what we're asking, he makes a comment in a bright, curious tone of voice. "Is that Girl's house?"
"Why, why, yes; it is Girl's house. Poor thing was buried up to her chest when we first let her out this morning."
"I'll be glad to help! Just a minute to finish off here and I'll be right over. No charge!"
We may not know all our neighbors, but they know our dog.
