When Jesus Said ‘Love Your Neighbor’ He Didn’t Know Mine
One thinks his dog’s poop doesn’t stink; the other is a meddler
My neighbor and I often meet for a catch-up chat when we both happen to be in our backyards.
“Hey, Jim, does Rigby want to say hello?” I called the other day when I saw him outside with his little white dog.
“Yeah, I’ll be right over,” he replied, then appeared in my yard commenting, “You really ought to mow more back here more often. It’s a jungle!”
“I like the privacy and I only mow when I absolutely have to,” I explained and bent down to pet Rigby before he started sniffing the hostas. He raised a leg and watered one.
I held my tongue.
Hey Neighbor, You Forgot Something : Courtesy
As Jim described his successful prostate results from his annual physical to me, not that I asked, his cute little four-legged friend squatted over my ivy.
“Oh, NO!” I exclaimed.
Jim sauntered over. When Rigby finished, he scooped the dog up, but not the dog’s poop. He left the excrement in the ivy.
“That’s the great thing about a little dog,” he said cheerfully, “his piles are little too. Look, I can’t even…
