In the past month, the house in back of us that took nearly a year to build is finally occupied. It did give me a grin when I saw that the mailbox the new neighbors put up is a locking one. No one, and I mean no one who lives on the entire 12 mile stretch of our country road has one that locks, and neither does anyone else on the routes that I regularly take. Is it a lack of trust of those of us who live around here, or is that what living in the city did to them? I'll probably never know.
But just as we hoped, their moving here hasn't affected us much at all. However today when I was out with the dogs where the driveway passes by our property, a work truck that was driving way too fast flew up their driveway, and before I knew what was happening, CarrieAnne was running after it. With my heart in my throat I ran after her, but of course couldn't catch her in time. As I rounded the corner of the driveway all I could see was Carrie continuing her pursuit of the truck. When it stopped thankfully she ran back to me and was unharmed.
~CarrieAnne after her chase~
Needless to say, it reinforced what I've thought since the hedge was cleared by the power company, that we need to consider putting up a fence and hope that the hedge that we've let grow all summer, grows a little faster. Carrie was lucky this time, but we all know that next time, she or one of the other dogs, might not be.