So, to pay me back for walking my next door neighbor's dog for a few months (not that I was walking him for a few months straight, it was after a few months of me walking him sporadically when they ask me to), they said they'd mow my front yard.  She told me this after I had already started mowing last week.  So, this week, he got out his mower, and mowed the very small patch between our yards.  That's it.  Um...I thought he was going to mow the whole thing?  He has a ride on mower, which means it's really not extra work, just extra time and gas.  Which was how they were going to pay me back.  I saw him do this little strip of grass and I giggled.  Well, that's not exactly paying me back, now is it?  But then again, I did forget one of those times to actually walk their dog, so I guess it's pay back, rather than paying me back.  I mean, they didn't know I didn't walk him, but then again, who knows what this lady has in place?  Maybe they do know and it really is pay back?  LOL  This woman has a network of people who do her bidding, so know knows who's reporting back to her.  Oops.

Anyways, tomorrow I get my boot for my foot.  I am in so much pain and she wants me to help watch her dog next month, FOR TWO ENTIRE WEEKS and this is my chance to finally say no (told you I wasn't going to be brave enough to say no on my own).  I should have said no to begin with, but I am not that kind of person.  I think something is okay when I agree to it, but then I really think about it and say "Well now, that is too much to ask of a simple neighbor, now isn't it?".  Plus, she's not paying me a single penny.  So yah, no way.  I'm good.  She's one of those people who think it's a privilege to watch her dog, as though we neighbors will be fighting over him.  Hahaha.  What a joke.  He's a cute dog, but 100% non-interactive at all.  He's old and blind and cute and boring.  Just like my old, blind, cute, and boring dog who just turned 17.  

So, I'm using my walking boot as an excuse as to why I can't help her out.  Oh, here's the funny part: I need a cane, too!  Bahahahaha!  But how much you want to bet that she'll say "Maybe you'll be better by then?"  Let's hope not.  If she does?  I will never do anything for her again (or, with me, I will weasel my way out of doing anything for her again).   

Tomorrow I get my boot.  I already have canes and walking sticks in the house, so I'm good on that.  The one I want to use is one that I made many years ago out of a really gorgeous piece of wood from our old tree.  Now I finally have a reason to use it (sounds morbid, but I've been saving it just in case I needed it one day).  I just hope this helps my foot heal, or else I'll be on crutches.  Which will then get me out of doing any job, for anyone, whatsoever LMAO  Muahahahahaha!  Though, that means also for myself, which really, really sucks, as I love to do shit and keep as busy as I can.

I laugh about it all, but it really  does hurt a lot, so I am honestly hoping this helps me heal.  We'll see.  And I will have to give back my garage door opener for them, too, I can't forget that.  But she won't let me, as I am sure whoever is going to watch him will get it.  

Alrighty, well, time to go build a gate for our chicken run.  I just wish it wasn't so damn hot outside.  Near 100 today.  Gross.  I think I'll make it in my living room instead.