Cola!!...Tubby!!...

Let me just start by laughing hysterically and saying that I hate our neighbor's dogs. If I had a B.B. gun, I would be putting it to good use.

Okay, so let me give you a little background...our neighbors started out with one dog, Grizzley--a quiet, non-barking, old dog. This dog was okay in my mind. But then they bought a mutt, Cola, from a carny at a carnival dubbed "Dirty Derby Days." So from the start we knew that this new dog was going to be trouble. It freakin' barked non-stop, and I hated it from the start. Well, then the two dogs got busy and had a litter of 10 puppies. Joy! The kiddie-poo neighbors decided they just couldn't part with all the puppies, so they kept one named Tubby. Now Tubby is just as big as Cola, and is a freakin' barker too. I hate this dog as well. Keep this in mind, the neighbors now have 3 full grown dogs (indoors) and 4 children (also indoors...ha!). I would hate to go inside that house. I would never subject myself to that...ever! Also keep in mind that these dogs are not played with and are usually chained up when they are outside.

So this is where the story get hilarious. Last September, Cola got loose one morning. The neighbors had no idea, so she was running rampant around the golf course harrassing golfers all day long. Jason and I got home from work, and all of a sudden we hear the neighbor boy yelling "Cola!...Cola!" in a very distressed voice. Jason and I laughed. We're terrible! We secretly wished that Cola would have run away, but mostly we were laughing at the boy who seemed incredibly upset that the dog ran away even though the dog doesn't get played with. Unfortantely...umm...I mean fortunately Cola came running back. Dang...

So this evening guess who gets loose again?? Cola AND Tubby! They were barking, causing a ruckus, but in general I was laughing hysterically. So the deadbeat dad and his son have to go chase after the two dogs. At one point, the boy was trying to "sneak-attack" Tubby, but he sensed it and ran away. Hilarious! Then the boy would start running after the dogs and they would run faster. Hilarious! I'm not sure how long it took the dad and son to finally catch the two dogs, but again, unfortunately they did. This is where my story ends, but if you'd like to help the neighborhood out, you can let us borrow a gun...just kidding...well...maybe not...I really hate those dogs...

Dishes

So it's always been my job to load the dishwasher, add soap, and then start it. Jason will occasionally add dishes, but his main job is to "pre-wash" the dishes since our dishwasher doesn't always clean the stuck on stuff. Needless to say, he claims that the dishes are pretty much clean before I even put them in the dishwasher. Last night, it was business as usual. I loaded the dishes, added the soap, and pushed start.

Well, we're a big bowl-user family and all twelve of our bowls were in the dishwasher this morning, so Jason grabs a couple bowls out, looks them over since we've had dishes come out still dirty, and comments to me..."I even looked them over to make sure they were clean." He poured cereal in the bowls, and we ate breakfast like any other day.

This evening as I was cooking supper, I needed a measuring cup. Both of them were still in the dishwasher because we didn't have time to unload it this morning. Well, I guess it's a good thing that we didn't have time because I opened up the dishwasher...and I'm sure you know where this is going...there sat the soap that I poured in last night.

...so turns out those bowls this morning really weren't clean. Leave it to Jason to feed us out of dirty bowls. I have a conniption fit if I see the tiniest speck of dirt on a dish. I guess they always say what you don't know won't kill ya!