An Email From The Kids Dad
03/29/2008
Just for all of y’all, a true life story about The Kids Dad as told to me by The Kids Dad via email. Why? I have absolutely no idea. I prefer to only hear from him when it’s some thing about the kids and to be honest, since they are all grown, I think unless it’s life and death he’s on his own in keeping up with them. Frankly, I’ tired of being the middle man between he and them. I’ve taken out some personally identifying information to protect myself, I could care less about protecting him but I really don’t want him to be able to Google his home information or his and Glenn’s name and my blog pop up. As far as I’m concerned the life I have now is none of his business just as his is none of mine. However, if he’s going to be dumb enough to send me something like this, then I’m just going to have to share it with all y’all.
Yesterday, in the evening but still daylight, I was looking out the bay window from the top floor and noticed a dog walking on the ice across the street. The dogs seemed disorientated and confused as to how to get off the ice. I yelled at Glenn to look at the dog and to see if we knew who the owner was so I could go to that house and let them know. About that time the dog fell through the ice. Well, here’s where it get exciting…. do you need to pee or anything like that, because I suggest that you go now … before reading the rest of this note.
I jumped into my car and drove over to a house that we thought maybe it was their dog. Well, me being afraid of aggressive dogs, I went to their neighbor instead. You see, I didn’t want to be attacked by there other dogs if they were out in the yard. So, again I went to the neighbor, hoping that they knew the dogs and would not have a problem going to the door to let them know that their dog is doing the backstroke in the frozen water. Keep in mind that this is a homeowner that I have sent notices to get the trailer out of their drive way and is not real fond of me. He stated that he knew the neighbor very well and took off running to their front door. Well, both their dogs were safe in the house but this did create a sense of urgency to try and help the candidate for the dog Olympics, to be held at XXXXXXXXXXX of xxxxxxxxx subdivision. I got in my car and started back to my house and he took off running to try and help the dog.
Okay…. here we go…. my lovely Glenn had decided that he was going to do animal rescue as I noticed him in his pajama’s running on the ice like batman after the joker. Maybe that should be batgirl after I don’t know what… you decide. Well you got it,,,,, his happy ass fell through the ice too. I am just pulling in the drive way and saw him go down. Thinking ON MOTHER OF GOD HELP ME, ran into the house hit the police alarm, hit the fire alarm and also called 911… hopefully someone would be there. Thank GOD for technology. Well, she answered the phone…. 911 operator what is your emergency at xxxx xxxxxxxxxx in xxxxxxxxx. I am thinking, do you have to talk so long…. I have an emergency, please shut up and let me talk. I told her just about everything she needed to know and she said that the emergency teams are on the way….. WELL LETS HOPE SO!
Now I have Glenn in the water, a homeowner that hates me trying to save the dog and Glenn… whoo hoo. Then another homeowner comes rushing up in his truck to help….. yes his wife hates me too. Am I paranoid or what…. get the two dogs out of the water so I can kick the dog and jack slap Glenn for playing God and trying to walk on water even though it looked frozen.
Glenn managed to get out….. mind you he is not a pretty site and yelled for the hook to get the dog out. He and the neighbor both standing there yelling here puppy, puppy. I am thinking, don’t you think the dog is trying to get out. I am ready to say … fish bait. Okay, what freaking hook to you want, the first thing that came to mind is I don’t have a crochet hook. Oh, the shepherds hook that is in the garage that normally hold one of the most beautiful hanging baskets that we make each year for our summer time enjoyment. Of course after a drink or two they all look beautiful.
Your asking now….. am I done yet. The answer is NO.
Glenn takes the hook and puts it through the dog collar and attempts to pull the dog out of the water while strangling this dog that looks like a wet muskrat. Oh the sirens are getting closer… I hope these guys are good looking… I need something else to look at right now.
Well, still having the phone in my hand…. you got it…. it rings "This is the 911 operator, can you tell me how deep the water is"….. well no I don’t go swimming in that muck. I tell her the dog is safe and so is the rescue team. She cancels the emergency team…. wait I need mouth to mouth… I have been working my butt off here lady. She doesn’t see that’s necessary.
Long story short, the dog had a collar with a phone number on it and with one quick call the homeowner came and got the shivering dog out of my garage while Kaycee is going crazy wanting to get out. Glenn takes a hot shower to melt the ice crystals…. and everyone is happy. Let have a drink and celebrate.
Luv you guys
The Kids Dad and Rescue Glenn
