This has been a rather horrid day, one of those days where Accalia and I don't get along well at all. How can you not get along with a three year old? That just sounds awful! This morning when Accalia asked me to make her chocolate milk - she doesn't drink milk but likes to mix them together - I apologized for being so cranky with her. I asked her if it made her mad when I was cranky and she said yes. So then I told her she should be mad at me when I'm cranky.

I was just outside because Lucy was barking at someone walking in our neighbor's backyard. Lucy barked maybe 3 or 4 times and stopped as soon as I came out and told her no. As I was standing there, a snowball came flying from where the man had last been and almost hit Lucy. Lucy wasn't upset about that - just curious. Now there aren't any young kids living next door - just very immature adults apparently. That really pissed me off! I told Lucy to come and then said in a very loud voice "Good girl for not barking when that man threw the snowball at you. That was a really rude thing to do." Lucy was happy because I gave her a treat after that.

One thing I knew I wouldn't like about moving back to our house in Yankton were the neighbors on that side. I think there are just two people living there - a woman most likely in her 80s who we've maybe said a dozen word to and her son, either in his 40s or 50s, apparently unemployed and definitely a drunk. Now he annoys me to no end and has always been mean to Lucy. I know he's thrown things at her before or tried to - being a drunk doesn't exactly enhance your throwing ability. He also tends to yell at Lucy if she barks when he walks by. Yeah, being aggressive towards dogs really gives them that warm, cuddly, let-me-lick-your-face feeling. Lucy - as with most animals - is very good at knowing who likes her and who doesn't.