Old Yeller Meets Its Demise

If you've been reading for a while, you will remember that a couple months ago my neighbor remodeled his bathroom and planted a yellow toilet in his back yard. The yard that I can see from my bedroom window to my kitchen window to my family room window.

I dubbed it Old Yeller.

His wife swore it wasn't staying, but I wasn't getting my hopes up when he started putting decorative rock around it.

But the other evening my husband started to holler excitedly, "The toilet! They are getting rid of the toilet!"

I tell you, it's been quite a while since a potty caused that much excitement in our house.

I came running to find that, indeed, the yellow toilet was gone.


Later Judy came over to tell me that Jerry wanted to me to know he'd been "outvoted by management, two to one." And that he was filing a union complaint.

To which my husband smartly replied, "Tell him this is a right to work state."

Apparently Old Yeller actually didn't meet its demise. It was just moved around to the other side of the house where I can't see it. So never fear, it still stands as a monument to bad taste. But it sure was nice of Jerry to move it where I couldn't see it.

Old Yeller has been replaced by this lovely lady.

I can almost hear her saying, "Oh, crap. What did I just step in?"