OK. So we move to Flower Mound – the quintessential suburb. Granted, we don’t really & truly fit in just yet (we’re not upper middle class, we’re not 40 something, we don’t have 2.something kids, etc), but we’re here nonetheless.
Somewhere I missed the notice that the only drawback to living here is the un-freakin believable storms. They were *never* this bad 30 miles away in Fort Worth. It’s absurd. We’ve already lost a fence. So, what the heck?
Last night, Ares & Apeliotes thought they would play a little musical chairs with my neighbor’s fence while throwing all kinds of lightning bolts and hail my way. Granted, it technically wasn’t my fence this time, but it might as well have been as it divides my yard and the neighbors. Not just that one fence, but his side yard fence went down as well – exposing our yards to the street & beyond.
This morning, Merrin let the dogs out (5:40a) and !poof! they’re gone. She manages to wrangle the slower two, but my beloved Chloe is nowhere to be seen. So….
Merrin runs back in the house and says something that sounds like “asdklfjsdfjlh” (I’m still taking codine), but she may have actually said just that. Regardless, we both rush out in the rain & lightning to find Clovis. Merrin hops in the truck and I hoof it in the dark.
After a few minutes of calling out, I hear this “Boosh! Boosh! Boosh!” and find Chloe doing her Titanic impersonation in the neighbors pool. Apparently she skipped dog paddling classes in favor of Shar-Pei sleeping class. I would guess that she was maybe 45-60 seconds from drowning. I yanked her from the pool and hitched up her leash.
I don’t even want to think what would have happened if I hadn’t found her when I did, but if anything were to ever happen to her — I don’t know how I would ever cope.
Thankfully, everyone’s making it through. The neighbor’s fence is repairable. The dogs and I eventually dried out, although I’m not sure how this is going to impact my Monkey SARS.
The forecast is calling for more storms this weekend. I suspect that someone’s fence is going down. My money’s on the brick house across the street. Statistically, I’m still in trouble as I still have two neighbors who have yet to lose their fences. As soon as Vegas releases the odds, I’ll post ’em.
Never a dull moment. Who could ask for more? 🙂
I swear to everything holy, if this dog ever runs for the hills again, I’m putting her in a plastic bubble. I can’t handle any more of her exploits…..When you brought her back this morning I was torn between crying with relief and wringing her neck.
Don’t make me choose, woman. 🙂
You HERO! 😉
Yes, kiddies. I get it. Stop sending me email that with the song. I understand the riddle has been answered as Merrin is the one “who let the dogs out?” (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Sounds to me like you’ve got some bad fence builders up in your area. Perhaps a professional should show you how to build a fence East Texas style 🙂 That would include 14ft timber 7 in ground 7 above and a sack of sack crete for every one. Thats should get you started hehe.
Yeah. I think when the builders threw together some of these fences they just sank the posts about 4 inches. Idiots. But, I must say, when the neighbors (& me!) have replaced the fences, they’ve gone with some nice choices.
Um…I hate to be the one to point this out….Oh! Wait! You did it for me!!! You never fixed the fence. Nice try, though.