I don't know exactly what compelled me to initiate a conversation with the dog lady next door. It could be that I just want her dogs' beautiful undercoats to spin. It could be I want to become her friend so I can politely ask her to shut those effing dogs up at five AM when the rest of the neighbourhood is trying to sleep. It very well could be that I'm lonely and craving some intelligent conversation with another adult since DH has been working almost 24/7 since March. Whatever the reason our discourse was rather unsatisfactory. All she talked about was her dogs. I think I got the life history on all four plus a few that have gone to the Rainbow Bridge. I tried to steer the subject to cats but she wasn't interested and went back to dogs, her dogs to be precise. I managed to escape.......eventually and she said she'd bring the dog hair over sometime (She was in the process of grooming the dogs.) When she comes I'll invite her in for iced tea. I don't think she'll take me up on the offer. At least, I hope she doesn't. What if I get stuck with her talking my ear off about her dogs for the rest of the day? Maybe I won't invite her in. I'll just blame initiating a conversation with her on temporary insanity due to heat stroke.