Worst Neighbors Ever

I think we've officially been dubbed the worst neighbors ever.

Here's what has happened... it started a week ago with Matt and some friends having a little too much fun in our backyard. There was fire/gasoline/alcohol involved, and staying up way to late. We know that Matt had to have kept them up because of all the shenanigans, and he already wanted to go over and say "we're sorry"...

However, work, events, taking care of a bedridden wife has kept that from happening.

Fast-forward to Sunday (yesterday). Matt has a ritual with Otter that every morning we let her out to potty in the front yard, then she gets to go and retrieve the paper! Yes, she actually has a job at our house, and it's awesome, particularly when it's pouring rain out. What a dog!

However, this particular morning, she brings back the Sunday paper and we think nothing of it. We have breakfast, read the paper, Matt cleans up a bit, and is taking apart our desk and moving parts of it into the garage. He realizes that our paper is still in the front yard. Confusion abounds...and then the realization that our dog, in her efforts to please us and bring a paper back, took our neighbors paper!!! The same ones that are probably already annoyed with Matt!!

We're cracking up and feel terrible, so Matt goes over with Otter (both tails between their legs), to apologize for the loud evening and the paper stealer of a dog we have. They gracioiusly accepted, and all is well in the world.