3/16/15 The Honey Do Part 2

OK, so I have to tell you what happened today when Mom and Jamie went to the gym and I spent some time in the crate.

My crate faces the front door so I can keep an eye on the comings and goings of things. Off to the right is the door to the basement. Before the basement door, on the ceiling, is one of the light fixtures that Dad had to replace bulbs in, as his part of the Honey Do list this weekend.

I was kind of dozing, listening to the kids play basketball outside and with one ear to the “Ellen DeGeneres” show, when I was startled by a Pop! and a loud, Crash! The light fixture had fallen free, smashed on the tiles, and sent glass spewing everywhere. Some larger chunks skittered to a halt in front of my crate, while directly underneath the now nude light bulbs, there was an enormous pile of glass and dust that twinkled in the late afternoon sun like a pile of diamonds. Shattered diamonds!

Gulp!

beforelight

There was nothing I could do but wait it out. I sniffed carefully around the crate, but no glass had made it in.

Mom and Jamie came home a little while later. Mom took me out and I immediately sunk, belly to the ground, and she asked me why I was cringing. Then she noticed all the glass. This was it! I knew it! I was going to be blamed for this.

afterlight

However, Jamie sprang into action and grabbed the leash. He took me outside before I could step in any shards. Mom grabbed the broom, the dustpan, and Vacuum Cleaner, seemingly all at the same time. From my spot out in the back, I could hear Mom using some extremely colorful language through the open windows.

After the mess was cleared, and I was patted and petted and given a multiple treats, Mom called Dad. More colorful language. Dad: “*spluttering*”. Mom: “@##$%^$ could have cut the dog!”

Now, I’m not saying Dad put the fixture in loosely on purpose, but if he did, that would be a GREAT way to get out of the Honey Do. Just sayin’.

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As for me, I’m just glad I didn’t end up with glass in my eye. And…I know nothing. I was sleeping in my crate. I know nothing, nothing at all!

Woof! Love, Maggie

6 thoughts on “3/16/15 The Honey Do Part 2

  1. hitandrun1964

    Maggie, you stick to your story. You’re a good dog and it wasn’t your fault. Next time your dad fixes the light maybe you can remind him to screw it on TIGHTER. Just bark it softly though, so you don’t hurt his feelings. I know you would do it if you had opposable thumbs and legs that bent the way arms do. But since that’s not gonna happen, you’ll just have to hope he does it right. You might want to wear safety glasses for a couple of days afterwords, just in case. Arf.

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