05/16/2024
If you enjoy funny TRUE stories, you'll get a kick out of this post I made 3 years ago today (when we had two black doodles, one of which has since passed) . . . .
So, funny story this week. We've had a brick guy at our house for the past 2 weeks doing repairs. Each day he arrives, he texts me to open our garage (where his tools are stored) so that I don't have to get up if I'm still in bed sleeping (which is often). It's been working great until Thursday morning when I woke up early, came downstairs (with the garage remote in hand that had been on my nightstand), and let our two dogs out in our backyard (where our garage is) to do their business. I receive a text that the brick guy has arrived and he asks me to open the garage. I quickly go to grab the garage remote control, but I can't remember where I set it down. I can't find it anywhere logical. So, I give up on that and quickly run outside to let the brick guy know I misplaced the remote and to try to get the dogs to come back inside before the brick guy enters our fenced backyard (because 1-yr-old Benny wants to jump up on him to greet him if given the chance).
10-yr-old Bodie comes immediately inside, but Benny is running around like a nut! So, I go chasing after him, but he runs in the opposite direction each time when I head towards him. Why?!? This is unusual. Then, without explanation, the garage door starts going up. Did the brick guy somehow get his hands on my remote? How?! Where?! Then, the garage door stops going up and instead starts going back down. What the heck is going on? I still need to get Benny, but he keeps running from me!
Suddenly, I notice that Benny has got something in his mouth, and that explains why he runs away from me each time I try to approach him. But, what is it?! Then it hits me: He's got the stinking garage remote in his mouth! He stole it off the kitchen counter! And, because he's chewing on it as he runs around, HE'S the one opening and closing the garage door! Oy!
After several minutes, I'm able to distract Benny with a bribe (a doggie treat) so that he spits out the remote (what's left of it), and I run to grab it. Only, it's no longer in one piece. It's actually in four pieces, and it'll take me another two minutes or so to find all four of those pieces spread across the backyard.
So, now the remote is destroyed and useless. Luckily, within another few minutes I found a spare remote that I didn't even know we owned (as we haven't needed to look for one for the past 9 years we've lived here). Thankfully, after this crazy ordeal, the brick guy was able to get in the garage, get his tools, and begin work for the day.
Benny!!!!!! Aaaaaarrrggghhhh!!! (Photo for stinkin' cuteness...Benny of the left; Bodie on the right.)