First, if you haven’t seen Logan’s Run its a sci-fi classic built around the premise that after a certain age we need to be ‘taken care of’ so that the young & healthy can use the resources that the old & frail would be wasting…well, that’s it in a nutshell, google it for more.
But, back on-topic. Wait – movie features Michael Yorke – so you know its a winner. OK, now back OT. So we moved into a lovely house in a quiet neighborhood in a city just north of Boston, Revere specifically. The former city dogs now have a front yard and a back yard and furry friends right behind them. We still walk the dogs every day, twice a day…we’re not ‘yard only’ people…after all they’re pugs and need their exercise.
Neighbors seem nice enough, boyz have some fans already…all is good. So Saturday we’re taking the boyz out for a walk and the snowbird next door (there’s a couple of them living with the son who’s like 50-ish I think) is sitting on her front step and we walk by. I walk first with Vince and see her and say ‘hi, how are you?’. She gives me a look (probably doesn’t see too well BOL) and says ‘how many of them dogs do you have?’. I laugh and say 3. We get this ? a lot and folks usually respond with ‘wow that’s a handful’. Not this one, she says ‘you shouldn’t be here. This is a residential neighborhood, you should be out in the country.’
Now I realize she’s old and crazy and probably not happy with her lot in life (not an Old Country Buffet in city limits). So I just say ‘okay, have a nice day’ and walk on by. I turn and say to Michael ‘just bring them by fast, she’s a loon and she doesn’t like the dogs’. She repeats the same statements to him and he ignores her.
Now, I have (3) 20-lb pugs. I am well within city by-laws and my dogs do not yap or bark all day. They are city dogs so sidewalks only, they go on no one’s lawn to pee or take care of business, I don’t allow it. They’re not perfect but 1′s a therapy dog, 1′s 12.5 years old, blind & deaf…and the other one loves everyone. So its not like I moved in next door with 3 pit bulls (not a slight against the breed, just a comparison)…or 3 yappy chihuaha’s (again, not a slight)…or whatever. So what business is it of hers how many dogs I have?
All I’m saying is when she falls and breaks her hip, I’m not gonna hear her calling for help. And I might start playing Logan’s Run on the side of the house for the old bat to see 