Adios Ode to the Gaybors

It is with great sadness that I announce the moving of the most cherished Gaybors. Formerly known as Cheeseball Neighbors and most notoriously known for being Brown Dog & Bitty Bichon's mamas, the Gaybors have heard the calling of the buyer's market and thus are moving eight minutes east. 

Now, you may be saying to yourself, why the hell is there an adios ode being written if these people, their belongings and their pups are only moving eight minutes away?  Well, eight minutes is like a bazillion miles when you are used to going out your garage door and finding a neighbor or two hanging out under the tree.  It's just not going to be the same.

I'm not sure Lucy is too crushed that Bitty is moving eight minutes away, but we sure are...even if they did try to turn our dogs into Tea Partying-Republicans. 

Of course, since they are the one that are abandoning "the hood," I have dibs on our shared garden.  The Gaybors are gonna have to pay a handsome ransom for the zucchinis I've been harvesting.  (Well, that is the plan until I have collected so many zucchini that I will be paying them to take a bushel full.)

Photos here include Bitty being a bad, bad influence; pajama party; cheeseballs; Brown dog turning 10; First walk after the Blizzard of 2011; and the ever-so-terrifying "Pups for Palin." I needed therapy after that one.



And so, it it with great sadness that I post "Adios Ode to the Gaybors.  I'd write more but we're going out for ice cream with these traitors, so I'll have to stop here....you'll have to check out the tabs labeled "cheeseball neighbors" if you need to know more.

Oh, what a gem to have gaybors
Fun-loving,
food-loving,
football-loving.
Who let that Steelers fan move in?

Cheeseballs blowing silently

 little tumbleweeds of orange
Cupcakes frosting windshields in the color of Bears


Why are their plastic forks stuck in

your yard?

Slabs of meat girlling happily on the barbee
Stuffed portabellas enshrined in foil
Freckles corrupted by Bitty's beer
Lucy torments by Bitty's bounce
Why are the Palin signs in our drive way?

Brown dog, silently scouts for bunnies
Camouflage canine points and waits
Another night in the park commences
Oh how our little garden grows.



Good luck and adios to the gaybors
as you move eight minutes east.
At least you're closer to Red Mango
the tollway
and at least one well-known Republican
Keep your hands off my zucchini.
Possession is nine-tenths of the law.