Girlie.

As I've become increasingly frail over the years I notice that I bruise like a girl now.
I made the mistake of mowing near the fence the other day and Jenny's dog jumped half over it and bit my arm.
The dog should be very grateful not to be in the USA, with their people's freedom to bear arms.

With her down to only having one vicious dog I was starting to regain some freedom to wander in our yard after years when she had as many as three continuous nasty noise machines, but now I'll just return to being a prisoner inside the house again, the grass near her place can grow as it likes from now on.