This afternoon I walked out back to see what the dogs were barking at. It was a good natured "come over here and talk to me" wagging bark, and beyond where the cyclone fence meets the stockade fence I saw the neighbor and her two-year-old visiting grandson pushing a fire truck. I commented to her on all of the toys I still have in my garage, and arranged to meet her out front. I pulled out my son's Fisher Price (I think) gray crenellated castle with lots of towers and cannonballs and knights and things that open and move and blast. The boy was with her when I set it on the grass, opened a door to let the balls roll out, then fired one from the cannon. That kid was fully engaged, said "thank you!" and they trotted off around the corner for an afternoon of play. And I have one less thing in there.

SRS