Is it okay to let your dog take care of his “business” in a neighbor’s yard? Maybe I don’t get it, but I think not! I have a nearby neighbor who lives several houses down and across the street who daily allows her dogs to roam freely sniffing for a tree and a place to squat. My neighbor has an extremely large front yard. Her neighbor as well. And almost inevitably, the two canine crappers make their way across the street, over two houses, and find their place of R & R – refuge and release – directly beside my mailbox.
Maybe I am being a little selfish here with my grass. And yes, maybe, at the end of the day, there isn’t much to the fact. After all, most likely birds, squirrels, rabbits, a possum or two, crickets, a plethora of other animals and insects, and quite possibly, a few of the neighborhood teen boys take care of their bathroom duties week after week in my yard unbeknown to me. However, why not just confine the canine crapper to her own yard!
And here is something equally puzzling to me. Not until beginning to write this entry did I even realize that I have been living at my present residence for over 8 years. I have had numerous conversations with this neighbor (none of which I was man enough to politely ask her to stop letting her dogs use my yard as a potty,) yet not once have I ever stopped to ask her what she thinks about Jesus. Not once have I even invited her to church. Isn’t it interesting that we spend a lot of time talking and thinking and complaining and fussing about things that upset us about our friends, parents, spouses, siblings, co-workers, and yes, our neighbors dogs. Yet for many, we spend significantly less time thinking about the afterlife and whether or not these people we do life with will be joining us.
My wife and I are thinking about getting another dog. Maybe I’ll let our dog wander into my neighbor’s yard. And as he is taking care of his business, I’ll take care of mine. I don’t mean using her yard as my own little place of R & R. I mean the business of Matthew 28:18-20.
Real punks help little old ladies across the street because it shocks more people than if they spit on the sidewalk — Unknown
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