this used to be our family blog entitled "British Royalty versus the Ramsey Clan" (since i'm descended from King Edward II and jon is a descendant from the Ramsay Clan) but since jon never participated, and my mom is the only one who reads this, it is now a format for writing her letters. I mean, for writing you letters, mom.

Monday, April 20, 2009

one morning, when all the animals of the house had finally quieted down from their endless play throughout the night, enough for jon to fall asleep... a man came to our neighbourhood and decided to flush out the fire hydrant in front of our bedroom window:

Margie invited her new friend Piper (Tim's pup) over and showed her her favorite toy ball to play with in the backyard:

Piper begged Margie to show her how to play:

So, Margie brought the ball to Susan, to which Susan said, "Drop it!" and Margie did so. The Susan threw the ball all the way across the yard and Margie began to chase after it... Piper saw the chasing and decided to race Margie:

The exhilerating thrill of running... Piper ran...

and ran...

and ran...

To which Margie said, "That's not how we play the ball game."

So, Piper asked Susan if she could help her with gardening, to which Susan said, "no, get out of the dirt!"

So, Piper ran through the sprinkler, biting at the water sprays, and Susan again said, "No!" And Piper cried, "I was only trying to help."

So, Piper went back to Margie's ball, and Margie growled... so she got put in the kennel. But Piper, loyal to their new friendship, went into the cell as well to show her support:

The next day, Margie showed Piper how to play the play fighting game and said, "If you want to be a true Boxer, you need to learn to fight right!"

To which Piper replied, "Look - Predator attacking Godzilla!" and with her distraction techniques and quick lightness of her feet, won the fight.

Then they all went inside for some treats and lied down for a long nap. The only trouble was, by then, it was night, and Jon's sleeping time was long gone.


Anonymous said...

They flushed a fire hydrant directly on to the hood of Ebouns car once. True story. We had to wash tons of rust debris off of it and we were scared that somehow all of that rust would make her car rust and fall apart. (sooner than it would on it's own.)

Public works = cakewalk.

Courtney said...

We drove home today from preschool and lo and behold, they were flushing our hydrant too. Some guy just sat in a city truck watching it - what a job that must be. Funny how the water coming out looked like brown sludge - though it might be the same hydrant that was used when our neighbor had "the fire" - our stuff didn't get water damage though, didn't have a chance because it was smoke and soot damaged.