The Rogue Speaks:
It's Alphabe-Thursday, and I finally have an Internet connection! Jenny and I have been calling back and forth, but we're always missing each other, and I've been pretty sad. But today I can finally write about the letter N. Jenny would be so proud!! My "N" word is "Nuh uh!"
We drove into Brunswick on the 10th of August, closed on the house on the 13th, and the van finally showed up on the 16th. We arrived at the house around 8 in the morning, and Mulligan and Lizzie were thrilled to run around outside in the back yard---as long as we were out there, too. The garage was open and so was the front door, so of course they had to stay back there ALONE, with their noses pressed against the french doors, quietly crying.
Then the three dogs who live behind us came out to greet them! Oh, joy! Something actually worth barking at! Other dogs! This kept them occupied for about 15 minutes, then the dogs' owner called them in. Back to the whine-fest.
I sat on a stool in my kitchen with my two giant bingo cards and a pen. When the guys came by me with boxes or furniture, they would call out either an orange number or a green number, and I would cross off those blocks. In the middle of all this, my new neighbor behind us popped in with a welcoming gift of wine, cheese, and triscuits, and an apology for her barking dogs. She identified herself as a "gym rat" because that is where she spends her days--working out. So I knew right off the bat that she was nothing like crazy Paula, my former backyard neighbor. I was very grateful. I was also grateful for the wine.
My new neighbor told me that the dogs like to try to dig under the fence, and I could see daylight in several areas on the back fence, and one actual very big hole that was almost dug through to our yard. Her wiener dog had actually made it through that hole at one time in the past. There are three dogs over there--the wiener, a little black poodle, and a big black dog who only sounds mean, but is really gentle as a lamb.
Over the next few days, all the dogs would stand at the fence and bark at each other, then they would get bored and wander back in the house. One day, however, there was some serious racket out there, near where the almost-dug-through hole is. There was a lot of racing back and forth and wild yapping. I was watching this through the window. Then most of the yapping came to an abrupt halt, except for poodle-yap. Liz was staring at the almost-hole and slowly backing away. Then I saw it--a little round black poodle head--just the head, nothing more, and it was yapping away. It was so very strange to see. A round black furry ball-like thing with a mouth, yapping wildly away. I was mesmerized by it. So was Liz. She stared at it in amazement, while all the time backing away. In fact, she backed her little self all the way to the steps then turned and ran up onto the deck.
"Come back!!!" yelled the strange black thing with a mouth. "Come back and play!!"
"Nuh uh!" said Liz, braver now that she was standing behind me on the deck. "Nuh uh! I'm not playing with any round black furry dog head! NUH UH!!!"
O.k, so it's not my usual political rant, but you must admit, it's pretty funny. No? Well, maybe you had to be there. Any way, I am directing you here for a political rant that is ever so much better than any of mine. I guarantee that you will not be disappointed!!! So let me know what you think.