Our neighbor next door has delivered my wallet (which I left in the middle of our parking lot one day last month), and tonight, he delivered our puppy, who hopped over the divider of our patio and into his living room.
I wonder what he was thinking when a little Harley poked right on through his sliding glass door. Sans collar. Sans leash. Sans owner.
Guys, don’t worry, totally ready to turn 27 in a few weeks. Bring on the responsibility.