As I am laying peacefully in my bed, only have been a sleep for about an hour...All hell breaks loose outside our window!
The dogs start going absolutely ballistic (that would be Angus and Molly if you don't already know our children). I wake up a little groggy, kinda mad, and I'll admit a teeny weeny bit scared. "What is going on?" I say to the wife. In between the mad barking I hear the weirdest sound. I would describe it as a mix between a cat meowing, a baby crying, and the scream you'd make when you see that axe murderer in your window. Plus it was loud! I fall out of bed and go to the back sliding glass door. Standing on the deck in my knickers I yell at the dogs to shut up. The screaming starts again... "W.T.F."... something is making my dogs go bonkers out there. A little embarrassed (partly cause I am standing outside in my Jesus jammies, and partly cause my mutts are making such a ruckus.) I throw some ball shorts on and go out to defend my home and family. As I head out in the yard, I realize its coming from in here! I kick the dogs out of the dog run and hobble bare foot in to the gravel battleground to face my foe. I armed myself with a piece of PVC pipe and headed right for the trash can the beast was hiding under. It wouldn't come out and face me like a man, so I tiptoed a little closer. After whacking the can a couple times and getting screamed at I decided to move the can. The crazed little mongrel just about ran over my feet! I very masculine like jumped out of the way and squealed a swear word. After hitting the rocks at it, I conquered the beast and it retreated... Some night huh? Turns out the little savage was a Mink from the local farms. I don't know how it escaped? Why it decided to come in my yard? And more vexing, why the dog run of my yard? The dogs came back in to a comfy cozy safe home and all was well...
The picture looks a bit cute, but don't be deceived! They are mean little (*&#'s
Wait til you here part two...Coming soon!
p.s. this was my first blog post ever!
Ry
3 comments:
Such a tough guy Ry! Good thing you were wearing your "Jesus Jammies" for supreme protection against the savage beast. Tami, you're a lucky woman to have that kind of protecting
A pvc pipe? Come on man, real men go after those things with guns to make for a quicker death to the foe. Oh well at least you had some sort of weapon and at least you didn't end up shooting holes in random things trying to hit the dang thing in the middle of the night. Maybe next time. Where you with us when we shot the chicken at dunners cabin? You can't go wrong when guns and death to small animals are involved.
ok that was so funny! you can sure tell a story ryan! haha! Was tami about to pee her pants? just kidding tam! I know i would of if i heard my dogs barking, but at least your dogs can protect you mine might try but probably be laughed at, oh well!
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