The Hornberger family is in need of a front yard fence.   Herbert,  the big 5lb. Chihuahua,  has stepped up his guard duty.  Not sure why,  maybe cause he’s learned  to hike his leg higher…  had to,  the grass needed to be mowed….

So now he’s decided he can take down that big truck with a  cattle trailer that goes by our house on a regular basis.  Richard almost had a stroke…  Came straight in the house and told on Herbert.  Herbert had his little chest all stuck out.  The little fool. 

I was all set to build flower beds… I got dirt.  Really nice loamy dirt.  So excited about my dirt.  I’ve always had flowers, herbs,  etc.  This house was/is  in need of so much love/$    flower beds/dirt   wasn’t on the list.. or not very high on the list.  But if you whine loud, long, and often… things will happen.  I got dirt for my birthday!  Two big piles/14 yds.  

Now that super dawg thinks he’s The Mexican Godzilla… I gotta have a fence first.  The little jerk.  And to think I cook for him.  Yes,  I’m a fool.  He’s so skinny,  plays with dry dog food,  so I cook chicken and rice.  He has not gained an ounce.  NaDa…   It’s just not working.

Back to the fence…. guess that’s the next thing on the list.  It’s gotta be cute… the house is so ugly… the fence has to be cute.   OK,  maybe it’s not REAL ugly…. I just love old houses.  Truly love them.  Richard tolerates them.  They have a soul.  They talk to you in the middle of the night.   They move an inch this way or that way.. and give you a  surprise.  Like our bathroom door.  It has shut for 4 years…. it no longer does that.  Surprise!  (snort, giggle)  Who cares….  The house will  shift,  the door will close.  TaDah!

And yes, old houses have ghosts.  Real ones.  No, not really spooky.  Not when you realize they’re not going to hurt you.  Sometimes you see ‘em… sometimes you don’t.  I prefer the ones that I don’t see.  It’s just a preference… :)   Smart dogs or cats can tell you when they’re around.  Herbert does a low growl,  stands real stiff,  doesn’t take his eyes off of the spot.  Shirley gets spooked.  She gets in a crouching position…  then under the nearest furniture.   Nope,  I don’t watch the ghost shows on TV.  In front of a camera, people will do almost anything. 

Time for me to get in the studio.  Ya’ll have a great day!  It’s Monday… let’s get this show on the road…

PJ Hornberger Folk Art