Corner house

This is a house and trees at the corner of N.E. 86th and Billingher, slightly north of our place. I walk by here two to three times a day, often encountering dogs such as Elvis, Jake, Spaz, Cash, and Nikki and the people they take with them on strolls. I see Merlot too, a bit further along, but she stays in her capacious yard. Further east are dogs whose names I don’t yet know. Some seem to think I’m OK; others threaten to devour my liver. All the cats like me; all have secret names.