A Slip and Fall, A Ride Around Town and Mating Dogs

Right now the kid is at grandma's and it's a great feeling to eat junk food for lunch, on the couch, and stare at the wall for five minutes without "Mom, wipe my butt," or "Mom, Gertie won't share her toys with me." If you don't know Gertie, check her out here. But because my life has been completely consumed by mind numbing activities like t-ball and swimming lessons for the last two weeks, I had to completely fill my day with work. Gotta love work. I had some nice case summaries to write up including an "Oh no, I slipped on some water in your building and strained my back and now I'm suing you for $90,000" case and there was the Department of Transportation case where some teenaged girls sped over a monstrous dip in the road, flipped the car and were killed. The parents subsequently sued DOT for not tending to the dip in the road, which apparently has been there about 50 years now. The parents have lots of money now.

So anyway, with a couple case summaries written up, I started a nice supper of pizza and salad when hubby returned from his day of hunting and gathering all the money he possibly could out of the insurance business. Without having the worries of the little guy tagging along on his scooter, deflecting off of it and subsequently screaming bloody murder, we went on a bike ride/roller blade run around town.

Hubby hadn't been on his roller blades in quite a few years, and since we live in the hilliest town in an other wise not-so-hilly state, as you can imagine, he was having quite a few problems getting back on the saddle on the 90 degree hill our house sits on. So, he walked down the hill, found an old parking lot near our little "downtown" area and we rode/roller bladed around for probably an hour, me on my Wizard of Oz bike and hubby flailing around on his roller blades.

He finally got the hang of it again and we proceeded back home. He did eventually lose all his speed going up the big hill to our house, and it was then that every little pebble and stone became a giant obstacle, but he made it just fine.


(This is Gertie in her mating-time diaper.)

It was when we got home that I realized I had left Gertie tied to a tree the whole time. Now, normally that wouldn't be a problem, obviously. I took down the little chicken fence I had her confined to in the backyard because I was tired of tripping over it, and tying the dog to the tree is definitely cheaper than the millions of dollars I'd spend putting up a real fence in my massive yard. But the dog is in heat, and I guess it hadn't dawned on me that I was tying a hormonal sex machine with her butt in the air to a tree where anyone could have her way with her. So with that lapse in judgment, you wouldn't believe what I found standing next to the tree with Gertie - a little white dog. I came around the corner and they were both looking at me like, "We didn't do nothin."

Hubby thought though that since Gertie hates all creatures great and small, she probably would bite the eyes out of whoever tried to even sniff her. Whether it's a leaf floating through the yard or a 200 pound dog across town, she will eradicate it. Plus, Gertie uses us as mating partners, so she's not really looking for an actual dog to mate with, but it looks like they were having a pretty good time before I came around the corner. So it looks like we'll be contributing to the pet over population real soon. Hubby's idea last week that we should maybe get the dog spayed was definitely not the best timing.



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