Things change...

[poliphilo]

The view from our bedroom window has changed.

Sameena-next-door has dispensed with her garden and is putting down a pavement.

I remember how lovingly Nelly-next-door used to tend her flowerbed. I saw her working out there just days- maybe it was just hours- before she died.  It makes me wistful.

Comments

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I feel sad for the dog. I guess it was trying to tunnel out.

[oakmouse]

I certainly would have, had I been her dog. It was a big dog, a Viszla (or however you spell that), sentenced to life in a small house with a tiny concrete yard. She seldom walked him, and mostly let him out of the yard so he would go poo in the neighbor's yard. Luckily for the dog, she decided he was too much effort to care for, and gave him away. I hope to a better home.