Speaking of Mail...

Amity's funny mailman story reminded me of what happened last week... Rocky and I were outside watering the garden - and I use the term "garden" loosely because it hasn't grown since I planted it a month and a half ago. So in the five seconds that I am not looking, Rocky vanishes. Now the first place I look is in Carmen's yard. She is the 90 year old lady next door whose yard is a menagerie of lush plants, just Rocky's size. He loves it there and she loves when he comes over. No, not in Carmen's yard. Not in my back yard where the garden is. Just then, the mailman walks into my yard, which is strange because I already got my mail that day. Trotting behind him with a smile on his face is Rocky Balboa. The mailman explains that Rocky was following him down the street to each house while he was delivering mail! At least he didn't bite him, I guess. BTW, Rocky follows everyone. If a random stranger walks down the street, he follows. He tried to get into the cable guy's van, too!