7.07.08

Category: dribblings

on the evening of the fourth of the july mom and dad were at home watching T.V. and enjoying a semi-quiet evening. when all of a sudden there rose such a clatter, or a knock at their front door, i guess.
“come in!” they yelled.

no dice.

“come in!”

more banging on the door.

“which one of our drunk friends is this?” they ask. mom gets up and opens the door.

“it’s Roxy!”

yes. our dog was scared of the firecrackers, escaped our backyard, and ran straight over to mom and dad’s front door to spend the evening inside their house safe from the dangerous, scary fireworks. when we got home from a party that night mr. fleegan went outside to check on Roxy… who wasn’t there.

luckily dad had left a message on my phone saying that he had Rox. so there wasn’t much panic.

so i let her out the next morning thinking that she had jumped the fence the night before in a fit on panic, and that during the day she would not feel the need to escape again. later that morning i plan to go to a birthday party and as i get to the jeep who do i see? right next to the jeep?

yep. there she is all, “oh hai!” and wagging her tail.

so i take her to the backyard and say, “okay, show me where you’re getting out.”

and she takes me right to the spot all, “look at this! isn’t this awesome?!” and mr. fleegan went to Lowe’s to buy some stakes to fix the fence where she was going under. and you know that’s got to be a huge hole, right? my dog is Big McHugelarge. so mr. fleegan fixes it and all is right with the world.

until we come home from the Beerfest at Eric’s last night. who was in the front yard?

Bad Dog! that’s who!

so this morning i go to Lowe’s first thing. only mr. fleegan could not tell me where he found the stakes in Lowe’s. “they’re near the front but towards the back.”

“…okay, are they near the paint aisle?” cos i go to the paint aisle quite often. so everything is in relation to that for me.

“they’re within a row or two of the paint aisle.”

“which side of the paint aisle?”

“either side.”

so already i’m pissed.  i mean, not one landmark? they weren’t next to something?

i go in and there’s no one helpful. i look around and find no stakes anywhere. i finally end up buying these foot long screw thingies. i got five for $6, so i figure i’ve saved some money cos you know they’re going to ask top dollar for official looking stakes. i get home and put them in the fence while mr. fleegan gets ready for work.

he comes out dressed for work all, “did you find the stakes?”

“no. i bought some metal rod screw things.”

“oh. did they go into the ground pretty far?”

“no.”

“then they won’t work. she’ll dig them up.”

“well, considering you couldn’t tell me where the damn stakes were other than, “they’re hidden somewhere in Lowe’s” and the fact that you blocked the hole with a small flower pot, and that seemed to keep her in this morning, i think they’ll be fine.”

fucking july, don’t you do this to me again.

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