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I could not resist snapping this photo.  It is such a rarity to see Frodo relaxing because of those rotten bunnies that taunt him on the outside of the fence. The neighborhood rabbits are growing up.  It is my belief that their fat little bodies are unable to fit under or through our fence.  Frodo is not catching a whiff of their scent and can relax while patrolling his domain. Fingers are crossed that the worst seems to be over since he is laying on his stoop.

Do you call it a stoop?  I grew up in the big city in a row house and everyone would sit on the stoop at any part of the day to watch the neighborhood.  There were quite a few that sat on the stoop unless they worked.  If you were walking to the corner store (remember those?) you would stop and say "hey" to the stoop sitters-I just coined that phrase.  On summer evenings people would escaped their hot stuffy homes to try to catch a tiny breeze outside.  During a neighborhood walk as a child,  I would get the brilliant idea of wanting ice pops, or a cold soda, or running the garden hose to cool off.
  
Currently I do not sit on my front stoop which is really a small porch. There is no one to stop and visit while walking because I live on four acres.  But watching Frodo reminds me of my childhood days.  


And truly, I could not give up my air conditioning.


Have a lovely weekend!!









Comments

  1. Porch not stoop, but I love the images of you walking by the stoops of your childhood. Glad Frodo is able to relax a bit. Have a good weekend.

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  2. We don't call it a stoop, it's a porch here too. I've always wanted a house with a wrap around porch. Or a front porch to put some rocking chairs on. We have neither. I guess what we have WOULD be a stoop according to the link! Still no room for a chair. Ree & I do sit on the steps sometimes and watch the people. We live in a neighborhood where people are always out & about!

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  3. In South Africa is it 'stoop' for the English speaking people and 'stoep' for the Afrikaans. In Rhodesia which was a British colony (now Zimbabwe)it was a Veranda. I thought that it was 'porch' in the U.S :o) Regardless - Frodo looks very comfortable and is a great advert for 'stoops/veranda's and porches -LOL

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  4. of course, we had a "stoop" growing up!!! (much smaller than a porch---really just a large top step???? right?) So we have a stoop out back----which gets sat upon when I'm watching grandkids romp in the back yard, but for the most part, we've traded in stoop sitting for porch swinging.....we have a big old swing at one end of our wrap around bungalow porch---almost an extra room out there. Even in the heat---PapaGeek MUST get his daily swing (nap) in!!! (I'm with you---a/c for me!, even though we've got ceiling fans out there!!!!!)

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  5. We would refer to is as a front step, a porch or front verandah here in Australia. However, if it is out the back of a house, it is more likely to be called a deck. I love how there are little differences in the name of things, country to country. I'm glad Frodo is relaxing a bit more now. I bet those bunnies must be secretly grateful for their extra girth! Happy weekend. Jacinta

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  6. what a cutie! Glad some of those bunnies got away long enough to get a little bigger!
    XO

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  7. It is almost always "porch" here. Love that Frodo is getting some relax-time, though I'm sure he would prefer bunny hunting! hee hee. blessings ~ tanna

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  8. Love the stoop. I used to sit on the front porch of my grandma's house in GA. Lovely hot memories. However now I'll just sit on my couch in my a/c and watch people walk by/jog(?!) in the heat. Have a lovely weekend my dear!
    xo

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  9. Adorable photo! We call it a porch, but isnt funny how right it can sound to some people and how wrong to others? We have a disagreement in our house over what I call a sideboard table (like a buffet) and my husband insists it is called a credenza, I kid you not! Happy Friday to you :)

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  10. we use stoop and porch. it just depends upon the house, ya know? you either have a stoop or you have a porch. big difference. sorta like you have a carport or you have a garage.

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  11. As kids, we had a stoop. The porch was in the front and the stoop was in the back. I love calling it that.

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  12. Hehe...I call our little porch a stoop. We live in a duplex so its shared with our neighbor. We take frequent walks to the corner store. I remember going often with my brother or friends as a child. Good memories!

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  13. Thank you for your sweet words today. Thay make me smile :~)

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  14. We call it a porch here :) Great pic! Have a lovely weekend.

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  15. Front porch is what I've always known it as. My parents used to sit on the porch in the cool evening. I remember good times when neighbors would gather in someone's yard to chat for a while. The houses in my neighborhood here in Arizona don't have porches and our home has a little entry alcove that almost hides the front door so no stoop or porch sitting. That is common here. People hardly know who their neighbors are around here...then when the recession came and a lot of people here in Arizona had their homes forclosed, sometimes it was hard to know who lived next door or if anyone lived next door. People were just disappearing. Kind of a sad commentary on our society and how it has changed. I do love the cute photo of your doggie. Have a good weekend.

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  16. I don't have one! Our doors, front and back, open straight into the garden. How wonderful to live on four acres. We are in a rural spot (with plenty of rabbits to get our whippets excited) but the fields over the road where we run the dogs don't belong to .

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  17. It's a porch here... And, just, thank you. So much.

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