You just cant make this stuff up. I walked into my house a little while ago, and all hell broke loose.
Let me set the scene. My son and his girlfriend left for Arkansas on Monday for a wedding and to visit his father. I had agreed to dog-sit for their dogs, Casanova, a golden retriever, and Dutchess, a German shepherd. Both dogs, along with our dog Skye, are less than 2 years old.
It hasnt exactly been smooth sailing; on day one, they discovered where I keep my yarn, and in an episode eerily like just over a year ago when Skye had taken an entire ball of yarn and wrapped it around all the shrubs and trees in the back yard, Dutchess had taken two full balls of yarn, one still attached to a sock I had started knitting last winter that was blue, gray and white and the other, Christmas green. These 2 formerly neatly wrapped balls of yarn were strewn all over the house, never to be disentangled again. I trashed them.
On day 2, or maybe just into day 3, Scott woke up at 1:30 a.m. to discover Dutchess penchant for garbage. My son had warned us, and we had forgotten. So all of our kitchen garbage was strewn throughout the kitchen, eating area and into the living room. Scott did as well as any other nearly naked, sleepy man on a work night could do; he threw the worst of it away, leaving the smaller bits for morning. And me.
I soon learned that Dutchess can open the back sliding door, which is OK mostly because its fenced in. Its these 90 degree, humid days that are a problem. She opens the door to let the dogs out and the A/C kicks on. National Grid loves Dutchess.
Did I mention she likes to crawl under the back deck, get all dirty and then bound onto our bed? Sigh.
So this morning, dog day 4, I got up and left real early to get pictures of practicing high school sports teams for our sports preview. Weary, I arrived home in mid-afternoon, and grabbed (as usual) everything in the car; my purse, my water bottle, my laptop bag, my camera bag and my ice tea. I opened the door, to be greeted enthusiastically by two gold dogs and one mostly black one with a long, pointy nose, which promptly got hooked in the strap of my laptop bag, pulling me off balance, dumping my iced tea on the floor, on the laptop bag and on me, while dropping my purse. Oh yeah, and on the wedding picture Edrie Squires had given me for a story about Posies TV debut.
I uttered a profanity or two and opened the back door so those darn dogs could go out. As I did that, I noticed little white pellets throughout the house. No, I thought, not Cupid. Cupid is my five-foot stuffed giraffe, the product of my obsession with the tall, spotty animals that we had seen up close and personal at Busch Gardens a year or so ago.
Happily, it wasnt Cupid. Sadly, it was Roadrunner. Yup, that roadrunner, Beep Beep, no longer stuffed, with bright red legs and toes in the living room and the blue fuzzy body now in the back yard. And the thousands of pellets that had stuffed his body everywhere.
I leaned over to start wiping up the iced tea and my cell phone fell out of my pocket, into the pellety-sticky mess.
I cleaned up the iced tea, but as I write this, the dogs are still tip-toeing around the pellets left by my late, great pal Roadrunner. Im not 100 percent sure which canine to blame this on, but I believe Casanova may be the culprit.
Happily, none of my techno toys were injured throughout this debacle. Laptop, cell phone and Palm all survived fine.
Wait until sonny boy comes home. He owes me big time for this one. Dont even think about unpacking your bags Greg, youre going on a guilt trip!