Man alive, the news has been tough to watch lately. The poor folks in New Orleans, Gulfport, Biloxi and all points in between got hammered pretty damn good.
I encourage you to make a donation to the Red Cross. I was thinking about how sad the situation was today at work, when someone reminded me of how many pets and animals got displaced or killed also. I just try not to think about it, because just the thought that some idiot decided with the storm on the way that it would be okay to leave his dog tied to the tree in the front yard makes me crazy. (And don't you just know that some goof went and did that?) Anyway, here's a story that I hope will give you a little smile and take your mind off of all the misery those poor people are going through.
So Tuesday's and Thursday's are the days that Kim comes home late. She works those nights to 7:30pm, and then goes and picks up the kids at school, where their band practices end around 8pm. So I usually get home around 6pm and I'm by myself until the rest of the brood gets home. Well, I made some plans to go visit some friends that I haven't seen in like forever....but I wasn't sure if I would be going on Tuesday or Thursday. So I call over the kid next door, James. He's a great kid, friends with Andy & Kellie, and smart as a whip. So I fill him in with my plans, but tell him I'm not sure which day I'll be visiting, so will he come over to our house after school and let the dogs out in the backyard for me? No problemo. Well, yesterday came and I decided that I was going to visit on Thursday and so I headed home.
I figured, worse case scenario, the dogs would just get to go outside an hour early.
So I'm pulling into my neighborhood, and it is just pouring rain. I pull up into the yard and I hear some barking, which is no big surprise, because the dogs hear the car coming into the driveway and react. But I open the front door....and no dogs.
Now, this is a huge surprise, because I'm used to them jumping up and down because, quite frankly....I'm their whole world. Anyway......So I'm figuring, okay, James is out back with them...because I see the backdoor is unlocked. So I open the door, expecting to see James out there with the dogs....(even though its raining).
And no dogs. I momentarily freak out, thinking maybe the gate is open, because if it is, and there has been any sort oftime lapse between them getting out and me getting home....they might be gone for good. Adios. Then I peek my head around the corner towards our screen porch and......
Huddled together by the door....soaking wet....miserable.....are the 3 dogs. So I call out to them:
"Hey! What the hell are you guys doing there?"
The words sheer and utter joy come to mind when trying to describe the looks on the dogs faces. No doubt about it, right then....at that moment...I was their favorite human. So I bring them in, dry them off....give them some attention....and start the timeline back to when James must have gotten there....and let them into the backyard...and then LEFT THEM OUTSIDE. Ya know....in the RAIN.
Hour...maybe an hour and a half.
So later, I call up James.
"Uh, James...what's up buddy?"
"Hey Jeff...what's doing?"
"Hey man....did you have a brainfart earlier?"
"Whatta mean?"
"Well, ya know...letting the dogs out and all."
"Why?"
"Well...when I asked you to let them out in the backyard.....did you not realize that I meant for you to let them out.....and them LET THEM BACK INSIDE??"
"Oh....uh....really?"
"Well....I woulda thought the whole rainstorm might've given you a clue...but..."
"Um...oh yeah, I didn't think of that."
The future generation. Our future leaders.
We're in deep trouble.
Later,
Jeff
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