The Grinch comes to Brentwood
Sometime on Christmas Eve, or perhaps Christmas Eve-Eve…someone cut the lights in front of our house. Just scooted right up the lawn and snipped the cord right in half. Very brazen move. Especially with the fully-rehabbed Boomer the guard poodle on patrol and the fact that these lights were about 10 feet from the front door.
It was more than a bit sad to think that some knucklehead felt that "nothing says Merry Christmas like vandalizing a neighbor’s yard."