Another hurdel in a Small world continued

One week later:
The dogs are loose! God bless'em,  I'm pretty sure it had nothing to do with the neighbor. (I had a flat tier that morning and I might have left the gate unlocked tying to get to tiertown) Thankfully the neighbor that lives across the street who face my home, and can see everything all the time, loves my kids and dogs! So she called me while I was in line to pick up the kids at school, she got Sargy, my bull dog happy to go back inside. My dingy pitbull Alexa is running everywhere. Oh no the pitbull! Sadly is the type of dog that wets herself, if you try to pet her. She dose no justice for the breed. I have to understand that everyone sees her is nervous, that comes with the breed too.

Anyway, I was truly very grateful to have a neighbor that got off her keaster to rescue my dogs. She looked and looked, I could heard the people on the phone complaining about a loose dog.  But My neighbor found Alexa at another neighbors 3 doors down, they put Alexa in their back yard where the fence was 3' tall,  Alexa could have easily hoped over it. All in all an Hour had past, and I apologized a lot. I wanted to make it up to them even if they had called animal control. I wanted to show I appreciated they did something to keep my dogs safe. So I wanted to treat them like rockstars, I got them each a cookie plate from Croissants. And to the parents of the neighbor who called me, and all her help a pound cake, cause the raise a great daughter of 50 years.(age is only a state of mind)   Random acts of kindness should not go unnoticed and maybe next time they might not call animal control. I hope their is no next time.

Another hurdel in a Small world

So I have 2 amazing boy! No mater who they might grow up to be, I will smuggle a file in if necessary.

  My youngest Noah is 6 and Lars is 10. The 1st thing I learned after having Lars was 1, my life was over in favor of his. Then second when ones child bumps their head for the 1st time, bleeding out is good! You will freak out the 1st time this happens.
Noah is a treat and at 18 months he stopped walking, talking, and touching food to eat were done. For some reason my baby just stopped being himself, After a few doctors visits to find out how do I get him to eat (thank God for Vitamin shakes) Noah has Autism. Life changing event, but you deal with it expert by expert, day by day.
I am not a southern born girl, but I like the thought of hospitality being a southern thing, so I told My "friendly  neighbors" about Noah.  That if they ever see him out alone please stop him. Unfortunately this must of translated to: She must be a lazy mom that refuses to use a switch to discipline her boys,.  and they are not my problem. A couple of police calls later and a beautiful 6' fence solved most of the issues. Recently at Thanksgiving  the not so friendly neighbors kid came from out of town. They came over to say hi. They introduce their 3yo son to my boys, and said her Father had never met her son, because he had mental issues. I then hug her for confirming my thoughts.  And explained to her I had always found it odd that since she was born with not having an arm how her father could be so non understanding about my sons learning delay. Then I told her I keep and eye on her Grand dad, cause I had realizes her Grand Dad was no different than me, one day I might be just like him.
She smiled knowing some one looks out for Grand dad... and then offered me a piece of advice, not to leave my dogs unlocked of my yard as her dad would free them.

To be continued: