I expect more of the likes of “the homeowner’s association does not permit unsightly, environmentally friendly modifications to one’s home” to which I will respond “I bid you good day, sir!” in my Bobby Hill voice.

It would be interesting to find out whether a court would be willing to enforce those association rules when it can be argued they’re contrary to public policy. Homeowner’s associations have tremendous legal clout–the courts don’t like to make decisions that could cost millions of voters money–but they have lost a few, and usually on something like public policy grounds, after (of course) years and years of expensive, exhausting appeals. This is not repeat not legal advice, just idle dipshit speculation.

Depending on where you’re moving to, there may be some local government rebate program that will lower the cost of the panels. And in some cities there’s an outfit called One Block Off the Grid that forms buyer groups to negotiate discounts from solar installers. They can also help estimate roughly how long it will take until your savings repay the startup cost; it still won’t be cheap but it’s worth looking into.

Now, years later, this JRT is a relatively healthy 16. Doesn’t see so well, and walks stiffly, but loves loves loves his home, and the warm grass in the backyard, and will still catch the scent of the emus next door and shuffle over to the fence and bark at them.

This is a happy ending. Yay! (Years ago, by the way, they got a second re-homed JRT, so both of the little old men are happy and content.)

Also, the McMaster-Carr- I’m glad I don’t have those tendencies, because I’d be looking at fuses all day. All the live long day.

I also think that doing the opposite of what a random breeder says is the way to go. What I did think was useful was slowly weaning the food reward from some activities, so you will eventually have responsiveness in the absence of treats. Sadly with our little dudes, they can awesomely restrain themselves when it comes to dinner- even the “look away” can be done by one- they are complete rascals otherwise. P-man hates the uniform of the USPS, and he came that way from the rescue shelter, while Smokey Dog loves UPS trucks because our driver has treats, but love means the desire to chase after and board said truck if it happens to stop regardless of other traffication. Pug pancake anyone?