I have the nicest neighbors across the street- it's a mini "law of consecration" situation where my kids jump on their trampoline, their kids use our basketball hoop, we have fun movie nights together, and occasionally we fill their garbage can up (usually with permission).
They have a dog, and before Powder was old and feeble, the two dogs loved to play together in our yards. His name is Tucker, and I call him my "Common Law Dog" because he seems real comfy at our house and we like to see him. Also, he is smarter and more fun than our own dog (nothing personal, Pow-Pow, it's just that your age in dog years is "Mummy.").
I've encouraged a trip over to our place every morning when I get back from the gym to give him a Milk Bone and a scratch behind the ears. I was working earnestly to train him to pick up my newspaper on his way up the driveway, but, much like the guys in college who only came around when you were cooking brownies or feeling emotionally fragile, he really doesn't want to give much in return except for his good looks and charming ways. Still seems worth it, though.
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Maybe I could actually own a dog if it lived across the street.
We have a common law cat, but it's not really the same. Pretty much he just comes over to leave a little something in the kids' sand box.
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