I’ve let the dogs out to run without me and I don’t know where they go. It’s an act of trust for sure and never easy. Especially now that the land has been bought south of my house and I’ve agreed not to walk down there until February when the guy with the hair ties in his beard and tribal tattoos says I might be able to negotiate something. I’ve walked this land for over 25 years so not being able to go down there is really traumatic. Were talking right outside my front door and down a hill I’m not allowed to go. I’m not allowed to go where I spread my friend’s ashes. I am considering buying a drone so I can spy and see if the coast is clear but for now I’m counting on some sort of compromise come february. I suppose when february comes I will just go on down there bearing some kind of gift. Wish I knew if he smoked weed.