Just before he left for Sweden, Hick was puttering around over in Shackytown while I sat on the front porch pew after giving the dogs their evening snack. This was before the time change. We still had some daylight left. Actually, Hick had been secretly stowing something in the BARn that evening. I watched him drive down through the BARn field, go in and out, and then drive my mom's old 2002 Chevy Trailblazer back toward the homestead. He stopped by the water spout so he could feed and water his menagerie.
Hick does not think Puppy Jack is an angel. Hick thinks Puppy Jack is the devil.
This little guy!
On this particular evening, Hick picked up his hose (heh, heh, his GARDEN hose) and proceeded to rearrange it from its state of disarray.
"That dog has pulled my hose off!"
"Really? This little dog? Pulled that hose off the roller? I don't think so."
"Well, who else did it?"
"You, maybe? And you just decided to straighten it?"
"It's that dog! He needs to learn how to behave."
"I agree that he needs to learn how to behave. But pulling that heavy hose off the roller is not something he did."
"He's all the time pulling on things."
"That's too high and too heavy for him."
What do you think? Could Jack unroll this hose?
Here's Hick fiddling about with his hose. And some evidence, lest you wonder why we have a patch of yard with no grass.
I think Hick is barking up the wrong tree with this one. Maybe whatever pulled Hick's hose is the same thing that took a crap on the trunk of his Toronado!