I went and looked at the land on Rt 22 and the Green River with Jes today. We took our dogs. Her enthusiasm about the property was starting to rub off on me and the dogs were in heaven playing together in the river. Then a man from a neighboring property came over and complained that the dogs had been on his property and he had chickens. He said that a dog could get shot that way.

I told Jes when we got back to her house that that was pretty much the last nail in the coffin for that property. I think she agreed.