The morning ritual of sipping coffee on the front porch with Little the Cat continues today. I get to say hi to the neighbors as they walk by with their dogs. The Prince of Poor Choices just walked by with his untrained German Shepherd who is going to either maul somebody’s animal or worse someday.
All of our backyards are separated by only fences, and as my little house is uphill, I can see most of the adjoining back yards whilst cooking in my kitchen.
The other day, he was back there pretending to be a Polynesian fire dancer. Six foot red head Mthrfr swinging around flaming batons. He drops one and catches part of the lawn on fire. Genius had nothing with which to extinguish it, so there he was holding two flaming batons and trying to stomp out his on-fire lawn in his flipflops.
It took several minutes but he managed it.
Thank goodness, because I was not in the mood to have to call 9-1-1 because the neighborhood is on fire.
I haven’t seen him do it since. Hopefully he finds another hobby soon.
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