|Dixie trying to get Paul to throw her Frisbee|
|Dixie at 8 weeks|
The back part of our fence separates our yard from the elementary school in our neighborhood. Over the years, we’ve returned home to find basketballs, dodge balls, baseballs, and footballs all labeled with the proud school name. Sometimes, the teachers would send a couple of the kids to our house to pick up the balls. Most of the time, we’d get home from work and place the balls on the other side of the fence, tucked up by our gate so the students would find them waiting the next morning. In all the years we’ve lived here, we’ve only had trouble twice with students kicking down fence boards. Most of the time, the children respect this wooden boundary.
|Koi smooching with Sarah|
|Favorite place to chat over the fence!|
Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman