So, we were sitting in the living room this morning chillaxin' and watching DVR, cause that's how we roll in the summertime here in Drosche Land. Suddenly there comes a strange sound and it's loud. So loud that Amy swears it sounds as though it's on our front porch. I'm sure it's the neighbors or something but I get up to check anyway. I open the front door and lo and behold there's the aforementioned canine, hard at work gnawing on my aluminum drainpipe. He looks at me like, "Oh crap!" and he's got a little furry friend at the end of my driveway who I can only assume was the look-out of the duo. I'm too shocked to do anything other than shut the door to quickly inform Amy of the incident I just witnessed. I open the door again to shoo him and he looks back at me, "You again! Crap!". I holler at him and he begins his retreat, meeting up with his short friend before hightailing (get it, tailing) down the street.
I'm left there standing in front of my house gobsmacked (my new favorite word, it seems to be everywhere lately). I turn and survey the damage (see pictures below). Seriously?! Why?! The only thing I can assume is that he was chasing something that ran up the doomed drainpipe. That or he suffers from a form of canine pica and had a craving for a metallic mid-morning snack. Either way I'm left with a mangled drainpipe and a partially dug up rosebush. Looks like I have a fun new home improvement project to work on and I'll be learning how to install a drainpipe! Fun! Stay tuned for that post.
In the mean time I'm hoping it doesn't rain for a few days or I'll have another issue on my hands. Just another fun adventure brought to you by mentally unstable stray animal!
All is well, drained, in Drosche Land.
|The scene of the crime!|
|Poor rosebush, pardon the weeds!|
|Poor drainpipe! It never stood a chance!|