I steadfastly believe that I have the best neighbors in the whole wide world. As proof of that, I share with you a conversation I had with my beloved neighbor Floyd:
Floyd: Hey, did you know that your little dog can just about get out of your new fence?
Me: Oh no! Bob and I wondered about that when we put it up.
Floyd: Right over there at the corner closest to my yard, the pickets must be a little farther apart there.
Me: Did she get out?
Floyd: Everything but her hind legs. I was walking around in my yard and she ran up to the fence to say hello, so I petted her and scratched her ears a little bit and then went on. I turned back around and there she was, through the fence except for her hind legs.
Me: Oh my gosh!
Floyd: Yep. So I went over there and pushed her back through and then said, 'No-no, Libbi. Stay in your yard.' I don't think it had much effect.
Me: Thanks for pushing her back through, Floyd--and for telling me.
I am still laughing at the mental image of Floyd, a very dapper World War II vet, pushing my crazy little dog through the fence into her own yard. I will be stapling chicken wire to the bottom half of my fence on my next day off.