Everyone on my block is moving lately. Don't know what the deal is, but they are.
The across the street lady just moved to Florida. She said she had always wanted to live on the beach, wasn't getting any younger, and decided it was time to get it out of her system. She's a widow with a very spoiled Golden Retriever.
As evidence of that I show you the case of dog food that she gave us. Not sure why she didn't take it with her, but the offered it to us and we took it. Our dogs are eating high on the hog for awhile. Check this out:
In case you can't read that, it says duck and sweet potato.
On the side of the case is this:
Nice to know that if I get stumped for dinner I can just crack open a can of this and we are good to go.