Something that we loved about the house when we first spotted it about a year ago (I can’t believe it has been that long!) is the area. It’s lovely. There are lots of families that live on our street and you will struggle to go five minutes without seeing someone happily walking their dog. Awww. How quaint.
Well, I love dogs. In fact, if you know me, you’ll probably know I’m a sucker for pets in general and if we had it my way, I’d have a full on personal zoo. But, Joe has categorically said that we will never be getting a dog for one reason alone: their poo.
Joe’s argument:
They do their business anywhere they want and it smells awful.
(I don’t think it helps that Joe often destroys lovely shoes by walking in the….filth)
Karen’s argument:
But everybody poops Joe! And we would never let our doggy woggy go to the toilet without appropriate training and cleaning it up.
Well, apart from my ridiculous baby talk when discussing cute animals, I thought I had a pretty sound argument. But nope, I didn’t.
Since moving in the house, we have replaced the front fences and moved some concrete posts to allow room for a front gate one day (at the end of the driveway we will one day build. Seriously, our to-do list just grows by the day!).
As you can see from Google Maps, our house used to look like this before it was vacant:
It looks very different now and from the black fence to the right is cleared and all open. (I smashed that black fence with a spade. It was so much fun) So open in fact that plenty of dogs are coming into the driveway and doing their toilet business on our imaginary driveway. And their owners are allowing it!
Joe witnessed it the other day and if he weren’t naked, I think the dog owner would have got the beating of their life. (By the way, he’d just had a bath re: the nakedness. Nothing dodgy here folks!) Actually this image of a naked Joe battering one of our neighbours is really making me chuckle to myself.
Anyway, I think I’ve waffled on enough now. For the time being Joe put some bleach down on the front, as his mum said this was a good tip for deterring the dogs from popping it’s leg up on our new fence. Unfortunately, all we had was Domestos (lemony fresh!) so we’ll see how it goes.
So, in a nutshell, we need a gate.
And since it’s Wishlist Wednesday, I’d also like a pug puppy. One that doesn’t poo please.
Karen x
