Chronicles of Deborah

Saturday night.

Went to church.

Ate.

Came home.

Put bag down.

Forgot mail.

Got mail key.

Dogs barking.

Run out quick.

Shut door.

Oh my.

Key inside.












Find a neighbor who is home.

Call a locksmith.

Wait.

Locksmith comes.

Inside.

Find a check.

Where ARE those stupid checks???

Oh yea.

Pay the locksmith (who actually was a Godsend).

Take dogs out.

Bring dogs in.

Unleashed Eddie.

Turned to grab the pup.

Eddie darts out.

Mad half crazed running down the street screaming "EDDIE!!!  EDDIE!!!  STOP!"

He slows...lunge for him.

Fall down.

He stops to poo.

Sneak in.

Grab his neck.

Drag him back.

Move lumber left outside.

Splinter.

Really God?

Are you trying to get my attention or is this just a great Saturday night show for the Angels whilst they eat popcorn?

One more question to ask when I get there...