Dare to sit down to breakfast, and ARF!!!!
Get up to see what the Hound is arfing at, and see Gerardo’s wondrous gang of yard dudes out front.
Dayum!!!
Get off duff. Trot around: pick up junk, put junk away; set up pool so guys can work around it; pick up more junk, put more junk away; pick up and discard mounds of dog sh!t… Finally get the place ready for the men.
Stumble back in the house. Look out front to see if they need me to go out there and unlock the side gate…
and…
and….
THEY’RE GONE!!!!!!!
WTF?????? Nary a sign of a yard dude! Or a yard dude’s truck!!
ohhhh…kayyyy…. So where’s the dog?????
Ruby!
RUBY!!
R-U-U-B-E-E-E-E!!!!!!
Nary a small fuzzy corgi!
Ohhhhh shee-ut! Did they open the gate and let her out?
Frantically search around and search around and call and call and search around and search around and call and call and…and…
Lo!
Here she is!
Ambling out from underneath the toilet.
ggrrrrrr…. This is gonna be one of THOSE days, ain’t it?
Glad to hear Ruby is okay and all is well. Weird about the yard dudes, though. Maybe they forgot a piece of equipment and had to go back for it, or got an emergency call.
Ah, well. At least if they come back soon there’ll be that much less to pick up. 😉