We live in a duplex and after weeks of barking at prospective buyers and workmen, it was moving day.
Loads of people were wandering around and we dogs didn't get any rest. So much to bark at and snoopervise.
At one point there was a dog in the back courtyard.
Dui was in a frenzy racing from the front window, to the backyard, side gate, and back again.
He did not want to come in last night--even at bedtime.
This morning he was out at 5 a.m.
Our frosty mornings have paid off.
The oranges have finally been bagged and ready to be sold.
It is a good little earner for the kids who live there and bag them.
After the first year, when they earned about $150 each, it has become an annual event.
This morning, the actual table and honesty box hadn't been set up yet, but SHE spied them
under the hay--also for sale--so took a bag, wrapped a $5 note in an old receipt, wrote on it that it was for the oranges and put it in their letterbox. Because all the bags would be gone by morning.
|The one at the top looks like it has an umbilical hernia....lol.|
They are Big, Sweet navels.