I am this morning in receipt of a Park Smart Wall Guard, delivered by our friendly UPS guy.

There is no way to miss a delivery from UPS around here. For Wally and Tyler, greeting the UPS truck is a highlight. The trucks must have a certain sound because the boys start barking as soon as the brown vehicle pulls into our little court. It could be going to any of 13 houses. Doesn’t matter. BARK. BARK. BARK. BARK. BARK. BARK until one of the humanoids dashes into the front room to shush them. Which doesn’t always work. BARK.

I was out front once when the boys went into one of these rampages. Even with doors and windows closed, it’s fully audible even to my too-many-rock-concerts ears. The UPS folk seem immune and always have a smile. It might be that they’re just glad to be getting away.

The Wall Guard is going to go outside, attached to a very rough concrete-block wall, so that when we open Toto’s front door all the way we don’t ding up the door like Sooz did yesterday.

We knew this was a risk, and it was only a matter of time before one of us lost our balance or had a spaz attack and dinged the door. Sooz is the big winner, but she didn’t hesitate to remind me that I put the first ding in one of TinMan’s doors. We are a team in every sense of the word, I guess.

Yeah, I know that moss on the wall should be removed. Can’t do it. Too busy. It’s just good, natural, organic Northwest decor.

Oh. I have to go now. Another truck has come by. Or something. BARK BARK BARK BARK.

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