I should have known when one of my neighbours answered the question, “How are you?” by immediately grabbing her phone and swiping through pics until (after using her fingers to zoom in) flashed me a pic of her Dog’s Father.

Yep, “This is Bixby’s Dad. He’s a champion. Doesn’t he look like he has the devil in him?”

So I don’t know why I was surprised at what came next and really, I don’t know why I was more surprised at the outcome or by Greg watching the whole thing taking place and not shouting, “What exactly are you doing?”
It was a simple exchange.

I was re-planting a giant purple plant that had been in a beautiful, brown pottery/ceramic, glazed, decorative planter. I have no idea how to describe the size other than to say, if I had been at the garden centre, it might have been on display holding a 5 gallon tropical.

After showing me the pics of Bixby and his Dad, (this neighbour who had been out weeding while we were doing some yard work) I asked her, “Would you like to throw some of your clippings in this pot (now empty) and I’ll just throw everything out together?”

Somehow in her mind, my offer to dispose of her refuse morphed into, “Would you like my beautiful, brown, pottery/ceramic, glazed, decorative planter to keep forever?”

Because she held out her hand and said, “Sure, I could use that to plant a few lilies.”

Just like that.

What just happened?

Bixby?