I think I am going to become like Ella Mason. An old woman with eleven animals but not cats. I refuse to have cats, they are always plotting and scheming. I simply would not give it a second thought if I saw or heard my neighbors talking about how I am completely bat shit crazy. Usually, other people do not tend to mess with insane people. Should I act delirious in my old age so no one lets their dog shit on my lawn? I think that is actually a great idea. Who needs human friends when you have eleven dogs or eleven snakes. I only have two as of now so I am getting there! Hopefully, by the age of 50, I will have thirty and then I will ACTUALLY be mad.