From the feedback I’m getting it appears I owe y’all a Dixie Belle story. I’m happy to oblige, soon as I set our story up for any new porchers who may not be familiar with Dixie’s antics. Dixie is my spoiled chocolate lab who struggles with a tennis ball obsession. Well, actually, Dixie’s fine with it. I’m the one prone to taking issue

It was only a few yards of black gumbo dirt, but it was prime real estate in my grade school eyes. The Hill sat on the playground of a now defunct country school once known as Briarfield South. Perched on the side of a drainage ditch that ran alongside a cotton field, The Hill doled out dirty jeans, scraped knees, and transitory crowns to all