I Can Tell It's Summer

Seems like every summer I have to become my mother (and if you know my mother, you know what I mean.).
 
For example:  Today, my kids are playing in the back yard.  My dogs are going nuts barking and one of the boys comes running in to tell me he needs to go see what is going on in the front.  Well it seems a couple of boys (one of whom I have already had to tell not to just walk in my house uninvited) were wanting my boys to come to the front yard.  He didn't like that the dogs were barking at him so he THREW HIS SHOE over my fence at my dog.

I went out back and could not find his shoe anywhere.  We searched and searched and then I had a thought...and I was right.  My dog had it chewing on it.  This gave me quite a delight.

So The Pleaser grabbed up the shoe and we went out to the front yard.  I told the boys 1) not to throw things over my fence, 2) not to throw things at my dog and 3) if they did throw anything else over my fence or at my dog, their mom or dad would have to come and get it because I was not giving it back to them.

So the boy sheepishly took the shoe from me and slid his foot into the dog-slobber-soaked footwear and went on his way.   And once again...I am the neighborhood bitch. Thank you....thank you very much.