Y'all recall when that man came to the door asking to pick the pears off the tree in the backyard? Because his wife is Korean and "they love pears." (creepy and racist, what a gem)
Yesterday while H and I were eating dinner, Jake started barking. We thought it was because he heard someone knocking on the door on the TV. Then, a minute later, our doorbell starts ringing. Turns out, he WAS barking at someone knocking on OUR door (yes, our dog is smarter than us).
On the other side of the glass door was the most homeless-ey looking guy you have ever seen, holding, what appeared to be, two types of orange-colored citris fruit. H was shooing him away from the other side of the CLOSED glass door - the dogs had follwed him. I picked up Woody and retreated to the living room. H closed the other door, and locked it.
When he came back to the living room, I asked H, "What is it with strangers, our house, and fruit?" He just shook his head.