We had tears in our eyes from laughing so hard! Blarney had just chewed through our phone cord at the Crown Isle in Courtenay. We were there for two expensive nights of R&R that had just become more expensive thanks to his perverted taste for plastic. This made the second significant cord he had shredded. A few weeks back I had painstakingly repaired the power cord for our laptop. So why were we laughing? Four of us were at the card table when we made the discovery which happened to coincide with a concern for some loud, drinking golfers who had gathered outside our window. We were on the ground floor, nice for Blarney, who could find peeing ground just outside the door, and nice for views of the parking lot, but not great for privacy. Our chat had revolved around whether we should be complaining to management when Blarney's transgression became evident. Oops! No phone line available, no complaint. Something about the shocking irony struck us funny. I'm not laughing now and Joan says she never thought it was funny.
The next morning, as an act of penance, Blarney accompanied me on a loud and busy walk to Home Depot to purchase a new cord. He had the last laugh. The store wouldn't let me take him in. I left him in the parking lot with a dog-loving worker who fed him treats and cuddles while I found the new cord. Come to think of it he never has shown guilt or even the smallest act of contrition. All he does is wiggle a little and wave the pointy nose.
He had a wonderful time frolicking and waving his ears on Bates Beach in Comox and posed like a statue atop this huge rock where we were geocaching.
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