JJ, Benny and I set off on a cloudy, but dry Sunday morning for a walk around the neighborhood. As we round the first bend, the fluffy white dog 2 houses away barks. That dog yaps at us every time we pass by but never approaches. I figure its got an electronic collar which keeps it in its yard. We take a left away from the yapping dog. Suddenly, a sound breaks the morning peacefulness, Dog Silencing Tool. We all turn around, searching for the source of the obnoxious noise. Again, Dog Silencing Tool breaks the quiet of the morning, the dog continues Barking Dog. A white haired gentleman in his bathrobe and slippers scurries across the road, air horn in hand, blasting away at the yapping dog. The “boys” and I trot away from the commotion. That air horn is more annoying than the yappy dog. The dog just woke up a few houses, the guy in his bathrobe woke up the entire neighborhood.
Our walk settles back into quiet. As we pass by the country club, in the distance, I spy a gray haired gentleman in a utilikilt standing by the wall which surrounds the country club. His wife sits on top of the wall, looking over at the houses behind the wall. When this couple sees me, the wife hops down off the wall. They confer.
Utilikilt: ” What’s the brand name on the grill?”
His wife: “Artisan”
Utilikilt: ” Great! I’ll tell our neighbors our new grill is just like the ones at the country club.”
We all turn into the residential neighborhood to the south of the country club, continuing our walk. The boys and I pass by them in silence. I try not to stare. This couple appears far from the peeping tom type.