We’d toss a frisbee back and forth in the street. If it veered off and landed in the Mean Lady’s yard, she’d dash out, garbed in a muumuu and house slippers, scoop up the frisbee, give us a dirty look, and confiscate it. (It’d re-appear in our yard in a day or two.) I was afraid she’d do the same with our dachshund if it peed on her grass. So if the doxy started to squat on her grass while we were out for a walk, I’d grab her by her sides, pick her up in mid-squat, carry the dripping doxy until we were past the Mean Lady’s lot line, then put her back down.