Mom....I'm turnin' in an official accident report.
Well, more like a workman's comp report.
No...it didn't happen here. Actually, it happened on our walk yesterday. I think that should still count.
Remember when we were walkin' by that nutcase dog that lives on the corner? He & his yard buddy charged the fence & tried to get Lexie?
I made her get out of the way & was gonna take care of him?
We were havin' a slight altercation at that hole he made in his fence, before you made me "leave it" & just sit & think about it for a minute. Then we moved on.
Wellllll....just look at my nose!
It's drivin' me crazy..my tongue has been goin' non stop lickin' it.
Now look at it! I've got a pink scratch, right down the right side of it! I'm scarred...possisbly for life! I'll have to move from the perfectly handsome catagory to the "ruggedly" handsome one.
Oh..I know the first thing you're gonna say, "I told you so! & to leave those rude dogs alone & stay away from holes in fences"..I know, I know, I know...but still...sometimes, you gotta understand...airedales don't back down from nothin'. He started it! I wanna file a complaint or somethin'!!! I deserve compensation!
....in the meantime..can I borrow your black marker?
All I can say is ...we did our job. AHS at it's best.
Dad let us out, before he left for work....about 3-3:30am. Lexie an' I were out there for awhile......oh, he heard us barkin'...an' called us in. That's when we did a lil' tag teamin' him. First, I came in....Lexie started barkin'...so, I went back out...an' then she came in. Dad got mom's lite an' went out to call me....so, Lexie came back out.
Then dad walked around lookin' for us an' could only see "black n' tan" flashes go by as he "wandered" around the the yard w/mom's lite. He finally gave up an' came back into the house, only to find us layin' in our bed, lol.
When mom got up, she got her coffee an' opened up the "outside". We ran out, an' she followed....or at least started to. Right there in front of Lexie's lil' porch...was a possum...a kinda ...how to say it....hmmm...."playin' possum perpetually"?. An' on Lexie's porch....a couple of very clean avocado pits.
Turnin' around, mom took her coffee back in the house...mutterin' that this wasn't her idea of how to start her day....especially without even havin' that first cup of coffee. Hey....I don't know what her complaint was....we left it all outside.
So, she gets her lil' shovel an' scoops up the possum..then put it in the big brown paper bag she's been puttin' lil' limb cuttings in. Then puts the bag out on the curb for the trash mens.
After that...she tries to start her mornin' again....gets her coffee, goes outside...we go out there to do another patrol....it all goes pretty good....as far as she's concerned, 'cause it was uneventful.
We all go back in the house.....an' she gets busy doin' stuff. Lexie an' I settle in for a nice nap.
We all hear a rumblin'....mom looks outside...an' it's pourin' down rain. She looks out front, an' sees her brown paper bag w/the possum gettin' soaked an' lookin' deflated. She can just imagine them trash mens pickin' it up an' the bottom fallin' out....along w/that possum.
While Lexie an' I watch from the window....there's mom in her boat jacket w/hood carryin' a big black plastic trash bag traipsin' out in the pourin' rain to "rebag" that bag. When she came back inside, she headed for the kitchen for another cup of coffee....statin' that she's gonna try to start her day over.....again..
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Lexie an' I relocated to the chair an' couch to restart our naps.....
