Bramble Tamble

I think the dog's name is Tucker, but when the lady who lives down the road (who hates me) yells it, from a distance, it sounds like "Fucker." Which is about right, because the Fucker won't stay out of my yard or out of my trash cans.

Oh -- why does she hate me? Because when we had our puppy about a year ago, I was having some words with it one morning, and she was walking up the road in a half-hearted stab at exercise, and she saw me flip the puppy off. I think she saw me do it, anyway.

She's been a bitch to me ever since. Not overtly. But little things, like not waving when I wave at her when I pass her on the road, pooping in my sunflowers, spraying "Fuck Off, Puppy Hater" on the north wall of my garage, etc.