Posted by Loulou on Feb 27, 2016 | 13 comments

Night-blooming jasmine, needing a trim…

Well, today I was watching our nice man who helps in the garden as he was trimming mama’s and papa’s hedge that had grown over onto the bad neighbor’s property and about which the neighbor had asked, “Could you trim your hedge because it is way over on my side and needs a haircut”, and so our very nice man with something called a taille haie, or chain saw, came round this morn and zip, zip, zip, it was over in a couple of hours and now we do not have to have anything to do with our very unpleasant neighbor for awhile.  Until it grows again.

This looks like a very sleepy taille haie to me, haha.

You know how you dread talking to a neighbor who has given you nothing but headaches and is also mean to your other neighbors and since they are very good friends of yours, you don’t like seeing them offended and insulted?  You know when that happens?  Well, that’s our so-called neighbor who tried to build his new house on OUR property, which is where the fun began.

But putting that aside (he never built on our property because the city was on his case), this morning went extremely well and mama was happy and papa was happy and our insulted neighbors were happy and everything went smoothly and the unpleasant neighbor’s hedge is trimmed and his yard, cleaned up (by us!), and our sweet young man who came with the chain saw did not have one minute of thinking, “Hmm…I have a chain saw and HE doesn’t!” And kept his chain saw politely where it should have been, nipping the hedge properly.

So everyone went home happy and perhaps maybe now our awful neighbor will think twice before throwing insults at our dear friends and HIS neighbor! I think he was actually shocked that people can behave with civility and get the job done without sturm und drang, whoever they are…

Then—mama and papa had to go and spoil it by taking it to the place they stick you with annual vaccines, which is all very nice and good but then I heard the vet-Lady say, “Er…is Loulou a bit…er…round?”

Can you imagine? ME, roly poly?

I mean, do I look ROUND?

Well, the day was great up until then and now I have a sore bottom where she poked me and I’m not talking or playing with ANYONE IN THIS HOUSE TONIGHT!  Just be glad I don’t have a taille haie tucked away somewhere…