Kung Coosa Pow Chicken and What Up Dawg Dungeon

Jerrod and I just arrived home from lunch with some church buddies. I had this spicy yan shan garlic chicken for the first time, but that is not what this blog is about. Today, I will introduce you all to my neighbors. I love my neighbors. Not because we are necessarily the best of friends or because we share a cup of sugar, but because they are just so dang interesting.

To our left we have the Jone's*. They are not your typical Jone's. They listen to rap music, have a recording studio in the basement they proudly refer to as "The Dungeon" and enjoy golf and growing grass (seriously, try stepping on his grass and he will curse you.) I really like them. We let our dogs have play dates and keep an eye out for each other. As a matter of fact, the man of the house went to high school with Jerrod.

To our right we have the Smith's*. They are Smith's from, shall I say, an Asian decent. They are very quiet, but enjoy a rowdy get together every once in a while. They enjoy shelling peas and eating dogs... Yep! I said it! I had always wondered until today. My suspicions have officially subsided.

Shortly after arriving home from lunch, Jerrod was yelling from the back of the house about kids in our yard. I heard Coosa barking, but didn't think anything about it. He sounded pretty upset though, and that combined with the presence of children could never be a good thing. I made my way outside to find a 10 year old boy poking at the fence with Coosa immediately on the other side meeting the adolescent with a firm bark and a tall Mohawk. I was about to scold Coosa when the small boy turned around and said, "You better be quiet or I will turn you into meat and eat you!" I didn't' know what to say. What do you say? I mean I had always wondered when a golden retriever would take up residence in their backyard for a few months, fatten up, and abruptly disappear. Well, its safe to say I no longer wonder. That little boy had definitely experienced the yummy taste of some Kung Knine Chicken with a side of Eggdrop soup. Ick!
So if you ever need us, you can find us between the Fo-shizzle bizzle Jone's and the Kung pow puppy luvin' Smith's.

*Names changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent.