Good Neighbours

I got to chatting just now just after I fed my pets with next door's. I went over to have a look at a TV unit they were going to through out, but offered to me instead. It was a fine sturdy bit of woodwork, and about as long as my current tv stand (which I literally picked up from the side of the road over 20 years ago) and the sewing desk (which has been sitting neglected in the lounge room with junk all over it).

I finally met and patted Ebby the dob (4 months, Australian Staffy) and Tucker (8 years, Shitszu-Terrier cross), saw the new baby Zoe, and said yes. Tim arrived home and we carried it in to my lounge room via the front door.

I have good neighbours!