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I took Lonnie dog for a walk,
He and Ace, the outside dog, got into it. Fur flying. Over nothing. Both males. Go figure.
I was having none of it. They both got that I was mad at them. Bad boys. Go sulk.
They are fine. Like 2 year olds.
My husband is mowing the yard on the one non rainy day we’ve had in forever.
I was outside picking debris out of the yard. Amazing what what can find after having winds in excess of 60mph this past week. Just sayin’.
The outside cat, Salem, wanted me to pet her. I did. She is not declawed.
She got her claws caught on my clothing. She panicked. I panicked…because she had her claws on me.
She hissed. I yelled, “stop it”. She didn’t.
We finally got disentangled. Two girls screaming in the front yard. But only one of us with claws. Not fair.
She went and laid down on the porch. Away from me.
I was thinking I should go inside, when my husband went zipping by on the lawnmower.
He is The Grass Geru. Lord of the Lawn. Mower Master. Okay….I digress.
Anyway, the tire of the lawnmower caught a rock and it shot up and hit our outdoor flood light. Well, it pretty much exploded.
Where I was standing.
Glass flew everywhere.
For the love of pete! At least it hit the light and not me.
I again resumed picking up debris. This time it was glass.
All the exploding excitement got the dogs to barking. Again.
I went inside. It’s dangerous out there!