We are trapped. Literally. In our own home. Yesterday there were a couple of stray dogs running around the neighborhood. Fine. Someone else's problem, right? Not quite. For some reason in the night, the two dogs took up residence on our front porch. Apparently our Welcome mat is more welcoming than the neighbors... Anyway, much to Tom's surprise at 4:45 this morning, he opened the door to snarls and growls. Perfect. He tried to sneak out the backyard, through a gate. Apparently dogs have pretty good hearing... Anyway, he finally got the guts (or stupidity?) up to just walk past them. He did however have his pulled pork sandwich leftovers ready to throw down if needed... He made it to his car with all body parts intact. Great. Now what about the rest of us? Like my terrified-of-all-moving-animals children are going to walk past those growling dogs to get Brooke on the bus? Not a chance. Ever. So we are waiting for animal control to open. Oh. And did I mention we are showing the house today at 1:30? Perfect. Those dogs had better be gone!
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So when your house sells where will you move? Good luck with the dogs!
That's not a picture of one of the dogs is it? Because he looks harmless! No tags?
They must think that dog in the picture is Ella!! HA HA! (But look at the garden in the background!) Be sure to report on the rest of this story....
stupid dogs!! maybe it's a sign that you shouldn't move. :0)
Brenda, That's an old picture of a pet that we had for about 24 hours... Long story there.
Sorry about the dogs April. Makes for an entertaining post though.
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