The neighborhood is so quaint, as in skillful design, marked for beauty, yet different in character and in some parts odd and somewhat strange. Still, it's pleasing and strikingly old fashioned. It's quaint. We enjoyed a few afternoon strolls discussing this, the friendly people who dwell there, and the weather.
The waterfront. It's practically in their backyard. When it rains and rains...it really is in their yard. This ignited E's daily desire to go to the condo for our beach trip. 
Several neighbors have dogs and when they bark they scare my children, especially O. Complete terror. But he loves dogs. It really is a love/hate relationship. This little yapper of a dog came to visit one day. E played with her fine, but the boys hid behind Daddy.
He held on tightly with both fists.
But he continued to yell out Hi dog! as he waved. Daddy just couldn't move.
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