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stoutfellowToday was the day the new Schnucks opened. The temperature fell below freezing overnight, so I checked Dark Sky to see when a more reasonable temperature would come. At the appropriate time, I went into the bathroom to take a shower. I paused to brush my teeth; while doing so, I glanced out the bathroom window. I noticed a long, narrow piece of wood lying on the grass. "Oh, oh..." Craning my neck, I saw that it was a picket from the back yard fence, which had fallen (or, more likely, been knocked loose), leaving a gap easily enough for a medium-sized dog.
I abandoned thought of the shower. I dressed quickly (and sketchily), grabbed a leash, and went out to look for Buster. I didn't have far to look; he was across the street, harassing a young woman who was walking a pair of beagles. (Nothing hostile, more "Hey, let's be friends!" But the beagles' leashes were getting tangled...) I managed to get the leash on him, apologized to the young woman, and took him back inside. Then I grabbed a hammer and went out to restore the picket. (I'm not quite satisfied; I'll need to do more to secure it. Unfortunately, Schnucks doesn't sell nails.)
Never a dull moment.
I abandoned thought of the shower. I dressed quickly (and sketchily), grabbed a leash, and went out to look for Buster. I didn't have far to look; he was across the street, harassing a young woman who was walking a pair of beagles. (Nothing hostile, more "Hey, let's be friends!" But the beagles' leashes were getting tangled...) I managed to get the leash on him, apologized to the young woman, and took him back inside. Then I grabbed a hammer and went out to restore the picket. (I'm not quite satisfied; I'll need to do more to secure it. Unfortunately, Schnucks doesn't sell nails.)
Never a dull moment.
