THERE WAS A FIREFIGHT!...of piss

I find it hard to blog when you really don't do anything exciting over the weekends. Carrie and I bought a new vacuum cleaner on Saturday. Now that I've physically typed that last sentence, I think it's pretty sad that I think buying a new vacuum is exciting. It is, however, a Dyson...so I guess the name alone might incite riots of excitement in those that love vacuuming, talk about vacuuming, or enjoy watching others vacuum.

I guess the real excitement was last night when we went to the house of the mother of a woman that Carrie works with (did that make sense?). The house was immense. There are 2 people living in a house that pushes 6,000 square feet. Apparently they built the house with the premise that their grandchildren would be coming to stay with them...always. I don't even know where to begin to describe this place other than the master bathroom and the movie theater. That's right, I said movie theater. Complete with reclining stadium seating for 16 people and a surround sound system that would put IMAX to shame. On to the master bath. I think the actual square footage of the bathroom with walk-in closet attached was over 1,000 square feet. They bathed this place in tile and gave it a venetian bath house look. The shower dimensions are 10x15 and there is a raised whirlpool tub that would fit 3 people...even though there are only 2 people living in this house. Weird? It was a nice visit complete with a pretty kickass spaghetti dinner, so I won't complain when there's free food involved. After dinner we watched an Al Pacino movie called "88 minutes". If you've never seen it, I highly recommend you watch it. I'll leave it at that.

This weekend I learned how the Vietnamese were able to build their intricate tunnel systems throughout Vietnam and Cambodia during the Vietnam War...weiner dogs. If they didn't use them, then they should've. Charlie, our adopted weiner, has taken the name "tunnel rat" to literal terms. For quite some time, our dogs have been coming to the back door with toys that I know I have not purchased. I counted 6 tennis balls, some kind of rope thing, and a few of what I think are actually children's toys in my backyard yesterday. For a while I've just blown it off as the kids next door throwing their things over the fence in some strange way of trying to play with my dogs. Well, I was wrong to think that my sweet little defenseless animals would ever think about burrowing under the nice protective privacy fence that encloses my backyard...dead wrong. There is not only 1, but 4 holes dug under 3 sides of my fence each large enough for a small black dog to fit under. Coincidentally, I own 2 small black dogs. I guess this summer will be spent not laying in a hammock and sipping sweet tea, but back-filling the excavations of my wonderful pets. With that being said, I'll stop rambling and leave you with the famous words of Bob Barker: "Control the pet population and have your pets spayed of neutered...because if you don't they will have marking wars in your house and dig holes under your fences". OK, I added that last line, but it works anyway.