Yesterday I had a new white fence put up at the cottage. The old one was sagging, the paint had chipped, and looking at it completely depressed me. I think it had been there since the 1940's. It was so distressed and beyond repair. I settled on a ranch style vinyl fence. I had some mesh wire put on the inside to keep Lula in, and deter any coyotes or other animals.
After about an hour, the two workers accidentally hit a pipe and broke it. I showed them where the water shut off was, and they turned it off and repaired the pipe. They had the glue, replacement PVC pipe and tools in their truck. It happens fairly often, from what they told me.
I don't care for solid vinyl fencing because it looks too plastic to me, but I do like the design that I chose. I studied other choices around Santa Clarita before deciding. For some reason with three slats it almost looks like wood. Vinyl doesn't chip, and it should last a lifetime. I love that I can hose it off to clean it; it's so convenient. They added a small gate and now Lula has a dog run in the driveway. She doesn't understand the set up, and stares at me through the mesh, confused. She sits sideways, and doesn't even watch the street, she is completely fixated on me. I thought she would act like a guard dog, but she just looks wistfully at me, as I rock in my glider. on the porch. "Can I come in?" her expression says, I think she thinks she's being punished. As always, she adapts. When she used to lean at my side she would become covered with mulch. I would have to vacuum each time she came back inside the house. That's not my idea of relaxation.
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