Our neighbor did end up calling the Sheriff over the beagle incident of yesterday. And bless her, she called us later, to let us know what had happened.
Our next door neighbor, Bell, had called the Sheriff, and the deputy that came out went around trying to find the beagles, who, miraculously, were quiet. Well, he went to Bell's next door neighbor, Sam, who I am given to understand, turned a little pink. Turns out, a friend of his has hunting dogs, and was given permission to practice run his dogs on Sam's property.
This was all well and good, until 1,2, and 3 decided that things needed to be brought up a notch, and slipped the leads. The chase was on, for whatever it was they were chasing. (I still don't know if it was the deer, the bobcat, or some other thing that they got a whiff of...) They circled 'round, and the owner was able to get them caught and put away again. He then apologized to Sam, who in turn apologized to the deputy, then called Bell, and apologized to her. Bell called us with the explanation.
Not 10 minutes later, Sam called, and apologized to us for creating such chaos!
We had a bit of a laugh about it, and said, hey, we are the 'new' neighbors here, we just didn't know if someone was doing something they shouldn't. He said he'd have to let more neighbors know if the dog hunter needed to practice again. We told him that would be nice, we just wanted to make sure that Bell was okay, mostly. (She's in her 80's, as I remember.)
So, we have a really good phone system, if nothing else. That being said, I think I will write up something and see what people locally want for a time to set up for Neighborhood Watch. Couldn't hurt. And in my case, I could maybe put faces to names a bit better.
So, now you know... The rest of the story.
In other news, I am going in little circles, weight wise. I must be doing something right, because my pants are getting loose. So I trotted up to the scales, ready for my happy reward... And what to my wondering eyes should appear, is .4 of a pound, re-stuck on my rear! This doesn't make sense, I keep going, little up, little down, little up, little down. But my clothes are fitting me better, even to the point of being loose. Husband has been really nice, in fact he was of the mind that it must have been the drink I had before bed.
Warm milk causes weigh gain? Huh. But, I guess there is always next week. Grumble.
But why are my clothes fitting better??? STRANGE.
Walking, while not as exciting as yesterday, had it's share of unique-ness. I was up the hill, and got a thorn or sticker of some ilk in my boot. In my sock. I had to take off my boot, and my sock, and find and remove said thorn.
Did I mention it's 24 degrees with frost on the ground here? No snow, but let's just say I was HIGHLY motivated to get that sock back ON. I had my big toe on the ground, and it was still a bit too much for comfort! I realize that most folks eastward would LOVE to have my problem, but wow, that was nippy. I did manage to keep Rudee from licking my foot. That could have been more excitement than I could have handled, at that point. Add to that a random Charlie Horse when I was on my 4th lap, and I nearly face planted.
I walked, according to the pedometer, 1.16. I think that .16 of that was when I was hopping on one foot, with Rudee deciding that I was great fun. I wasn't.
Trust me on this.