Bad Day
I often think I am the luckiest man alive. What happens though when the person who makes me the luckiest man alive is off duty? I’ll tell you.
Chef is off in Buckeye City at the Lance Armstrong Festival or some such. That leaves me at home with the 2 princesses. Not so bad, yet.
One reason I’m lucky is that Chef loves to cook. When she is out of town I have to cook. (The youngest princess can cook some, but I don’t trust her around fire.) I hate to cook. Tonight I had to cook.
I get the grill going about an hour late. Then I notice that the grill top is rusty. I phone Chef who has a solution. I go back out to check on the fire and hear screaming. I almost hurt myself rushing back in the house. The dog has seized one of the steaks and is running around the living room with it. Then it starts to rain.
Well, as long as Ranger had a good day . . .
That’s how I view it a happy dog equals a happy home.
Well, when it’s your own . . .
My parents had a neighbor’s dog that would steal the meat off their (my parent’s ) grill. I wasn’t around then to raise the alarm.
The amazing thing is Ranger realized while he was being a very bad dog, he’d done something excellent for himself.
I made that last comment.
That sounds like a scene from a Chevy Chase “Vacation” movie.