We've had a couple packages delivered to the Mansion this week. One was a bag with clothing, which came by FedEx, and was delivered while I was in the shower. I don't think the delivery people even bother to knock anymore. Or perhaps they try ringing our doorbell, which of course does not work. All it needs it a battery, but Farmer H has let it go for years. So I don't see a doorbell in my future. Not that I want one.
The FedEx drivers take a picture for proof of delivery. That doesn't mean they can't just reach down and take a package back for themselves. I've seen that on the news! But I doubt this driver would have wanted women's clothing. Here's the picture FedEx sent:
Little Jack looks so sad! No pack with which to rush the delivery person while barking and tail-wagging. Pupsie and Copper Jack are missed.
Farmer H had some sheets of metallic backsplash material delivered on Thursday. They came in a box. FedEx was again the delivery service.
There's little Jack again. He's quite the WATCH dog. Watching strangers come and go from the Mansion porch.
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