Oh Rosie, Rosie, Rosie….
What am I going to do with you?
This week the electrician was here to fix some of our landscape lighting.
“somehow” one of our lights was ripped right out of the ground,
wires and all…
I will give you one guess who I found chewing the light
on the front lawn.
The electrician fixed the wires, ordered a new light and replaced some light bulbs.
The yard was looking great.
Then this morning.
She struck again.
This irrigation drip hose was ripped right out of the ground.
This piece was pulled up too.
And as you can see on the right,
more wires were pulled up.
I was absolutely furious!
She knew she was bad and wouldn’t come to me when I called her. I think every person on my street must have heard me yelling, “Bad Dog!”
At one point, I just sat down on the step and cried. Of course I was already in a cranky mood from the gasoline fumes in the garage. You see, with the hurricane coming, my husband filled up the gas tanks for the generator and spilled gas in his car on the way home. I swear I can smell gas everywhere now.
So after I composed myself, I called the invisible fence company and made an appointment for an estimate to move the fencing. I no longer want that beast to have access to the front yard or the landscaping. We never should have allowed that in the first place.
I was just so angry with Rosie today.
I actually had to pull out the baby pictures
to remind myself how much I love her!
Ok, now I want to cry again…
Has anyone dug up your yard lately?