Darling Sabrina loves the pool at our new place. I haven't lived in an apartment for almost a decade, and I wasn't sure how it would be with a small child, but the place we ended up really works very nicely for us. No shady/loud/weird people around us, a great pool for Sabrina (and Deirdre and me, we swim every day and are really enjoying it, and the two hot tubs should come in handy as soon as it's not too hot to use them), and we don't have to maintain the yard in near-drought conditions, which is a relief.
Even Fred seems to like it better than the last place, although he had a large fenced yard there. That probably has something to do with the fact that we actually take him for walks here instead of just putting him out back in the yard like we used to, not to mention the presence of rabbits, deer and God knows what else around the grounds. We came across an enormous buck last night right before bedtime, and Fred took off after it as I got ready to run the other way. That thing was huge and it made a scary noise right before I saw it, and I've been reading a horror book called Terror about a giant demonic Polar bear that eats a bunch of Antarctic explorers in the 1800s. I was ready to sprint up the stairs and leave Fred to be eaten if need be. Sorry, Fred.