Our Chain Link Fence

Yes, a bizarre topic, I know. But very prevalent in my life right now.

You see, our cute little bungalow backs up to a fairly busy street. Not a main street by any means, but there is some frequent traffic. The only thing that keeps us from not having the street run right through our back yard is a chain link fence. It's a short chain link fence, but I am grateful we have something to keep our pugs from running amok.

Due to the fact I am a paranoid pug parent and due to the fact I read this article in our local paper about a pug thief, my loving husband and I have instituted the "pug check." ( And by ' my loving husband and I' ...I really mean me and loving hubs goes along with it.) It's a common term in our family. The pug check involves one of us going to the back door and looking out and making sure no one has pulled over and helped themselves to our little darlings. It would be quite easy to do considering you can clearly see them in all their puggy glory through the fence and any person over 5 feet tall could just reach over and grab them. A terrible thought? Possibly. An unrealistic thought? I thought so too, until I read this. Like I said, I am a paranoid pug parent, but that article all but confirmed my suspicions that my paranoia was perfectly justified.

The other reason this topic is somewhat relevant is that my neighbors are having a backyard sale. Like a garage sale, but held in their backyard instead of the garage. Normally, I would say this is a great idea. Who wants to put all that crap in your front yard? Why not put in the back yard? And due to the street that backs up to our house, there is plenty of parking on the shoulder that won't block driveways as it would if it was in the front yard. I wish more people did this!

But. Due to the chain link fence, let's just say, I feel like I am having a backyard sale too. The pugs are going nuts as they jump and snort and want to meet every garage sale grandma that stops by. This means my pug checks are happening every three minutes instead of the usual every seven to eight minutes. A very stressful morning for me. In my one and only light bulb moment of the day, I truly understand why they call it a privacy fence.