One of the ladies that lives down stairs (a little person) has two big dogs that are about as tall as she is. One chases a laser pointer and chews on trees. I thought it was funny and was asking her about her dogs. She quickly replied with “I like to take them to the dog park, but I got a DUI and can’t drive anymore.” I tried to keep the awkward silence to a minimum and luckily my neighbor came out to say hello. Maybe I should mention that my alcoholic neighbor likes to come over earlier Sunday mornings to explain that he has been drinking manmosas. That would be a mimosa with a shot of vodka in it. He works at a restaurant and is proud that he doesn’t do drugs. So am I. Our neighbor cooks in a restaurant that we like and has promised to cook for us one night. As long as we bring some wine.