One of the best things about living in this neighborhood is the dog community. We’re so fortunate to have nearly a dozen dog friends to play with on any given day. From the newest member, Fife, to our pals Kricket, Rusty, Boone, Theodore, Tito, Cookie, Katie, Coomie, Cheeto and others who drop in now and then.
Our yard is affectionately called the “dog park” since Poppy invites her friends over to swim in the pool during the warmer months and chase one another through she shrubbery. We’re also across from the Common Lot, which is our neighborhood’s unofficial off-leash playground.
The black super mutt Fife is Poppy’s newest pal. After Winston moved away in November, Fife joined our pack on a regular basis, and now he’s near the top of Poppy’s favorites list. Poppy is fond of going to Fife’s house, since he has a pool with a ledge, which she’s leaps in regularly during their playdates.
It’s wonderful having a best friend when you’re young. Mine was Julie, who now lives in Asheville, North Carolina. I don’t see her as often as I’d like, but we still keep in touch and have been friends nearly our whole lives. Whenever I pick up the phone and call her, it’s like we talked just yesterday. Those are special friends to cherish for life. As a matter of fact, I think it’s time I give Julie a call!