New neighbors have moved in next door. Not replacing the wonderful mad shoveling, beer-making neighbors--they live on the south side. It's the wonderful mad shoveling tomato-growing and raspberry-giving neighbors on the north side who have moved on. They sold their house last week and the new folks moved in that day.
They have a dog. A big dog. A boxer with long legs.
She's young and energetic and her name is Abigail, and she does not like Riley and Boscoe. Nor do they like her.
We have been in this situation before, and it's hell. I am trying to figure out how to fix it. Maybe you have suggestions.