...houses by the dogs, or sometimes even cats, which came out to the fence. Sometimes we knew their names, other times we didn't, so called them something logical, like Mr. Daniel's dogs...because it said Mr. Daniel on the mailbox.

To this day, the only way that we know which house I'm talking about, that was around the corner from my mom, is that we call it, Bear's house. Bear being the Newfoundland that lived there. (nearly 60 years ago!) We never seemed to call a house by the owners' names, if there was a pet there. And, we were disappointed if the dog/cat didn't come to the fence when we walked by, lol! Sheesh, animal people!

How cute that they've found a way to see people, even though they are too short just to see over!