We’re Falling Down, Down to the Bottom of a Hole in the Ground

Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em. We really don’t have to hear about people’s weekends any more, since every day is just like the other. There’s no Monday dread, but no Friday elation. Is that a good trade off? Maybe so. But, if you were to ask about my weekend, which nobody did, I would tell you it was wet. Not so much from rain, though it’s making up for that now, but more so from saving the dumb dog. Again. His first near-drowning experience was when he stepped out on the pool cover and promptly sank, wrapping it all around him. He’d seen a squirrel run across and guess he figured if the squirrel could do it, well, he could too. A nearly fatal error in judgement. I managed to grab the cover and roll him out of it. That proved to be the easy part, getting him over the side onto dry land, well, that was another story. Fast forward a year later, and he fell off the dock under the boat and wrapped himself all up in the lift hoses. What is it with this dog? Of course, it was freezing and I was fully dressed but, like the hero or idiot I am, I got in and got him out. No easy feat, I must say. He seemed okay with the whole ordeal, running all around like he was invigorated by the cold water and near-death experience. A new leash on life, so to speak. Me? Not so much. I collapsed in a chair, poured a glass of wine and decided I would never get another dog. Never. It’s gonna be cats for me now. Yep…….