Cell phone found...
I think I mentioned the lost cell phone. It's found, by my wife of course and I know some of you may say, "well she bailed him out again," but I looked I really did.
I think I related the loss, early morning, on the way to work, gathering things needed to play music at church if I did not get off in time to come home for a change of clothes and instrument grab, checking the messages on the phone and seeing something from a classmate, and feeding dogs. In the car and I realize I don't have it.
Well I looked, moved furniture, road a bicycle 3 miles along the highway in case it was on the roof of the car, sifted trash bags, gave up the precious combination to my work locker to my wife (only other private place I have besides here, she never reads this stuff) so that maybe it was left at work, and questioned all likely suspects. Much worry and depression because of poor student status and high replacement cost.
Well Cathy found it. Almost one week later. See, my dogs have a little area of the yard where they lay and gnaw stuff. You know how the old boy in East Texas shoots an old doe deer and throws the leg bone on the side of the road thinking he gets rid of it? Well my dogs find this leg bone and bring it to this place in the yard. If my neighbor leaves his shoes on the porch they often arrive at this place in the yard. Nice shoes, too bad they are not my size. Anyway the phone was in this gnawing area. Has a few scrap marks on it kind of like you would see on an old wooden topwater lure in your dads tackle box that had been chompped on by large mouth bass. Still works after the two hard rains we had last week. The brand is a plain old Sprint phone, no bells and whistles, the cheapest one they sell. Go and get one now. They are idiot proof. When summer gets here I am going to make calls while water skiing. "Hey guess what I'm doing," I'll say.
So those dogs sat there all week and wondered, "Why did the man leave his thing out here? We will put it in the gnawing area, he always looks in the gnawing area and throws away what he finds there, so he will find his thing."
Score, dogs 1. Man 0.
No school today, a walk, but I gotta hit the books anyway...
I think I related the loss, early morning, on the way to work, gathering things needed to play music at church if I did not get off in time to come home for a change of clothes and instrument grab, checking the messages on the phone and seeing something from a classmate, and feeding dogs. In the car and I realize I don't have it.
Well I looked, moved furniture, road a bicycle 3 miles along the highway in case it was on the roof of the car, sifted trash bags, gave up the precious combination to my work locker to my wife (only other private place I have besides here, she never reads this stuff) so that maybe it was left at work, and questioned all likely suspects. Much worry and depression because of poor student status and high replacement cost.
Well Cathy found it. Almost one week later. See, my dogs have a little area of the yard where they lay and gnaw stuff. You know how the old boy in East Texas shoots an old doe deer and throws the leg bone on the side of the road thinking he gets rid of it? Well my dogs find this leg bone and bring it to this place in the yard. If my neighbor leaves his shoes on the porch they often arrive at this place in the yard. Nice shoes, too bad they are not my size. Anyway the phone was in this gnawing area. Has a few scrap marks on it kind of like you would see on an old wooden topwater lure in your dads tackle box that had been chompped on by large mouth bass. Still works after the two hard rains we had last week. The brand is a plain old Sprint phone, no bells and whistles, the cheapest one they sell. Go and get one now. They are idiot proof. When summer gets here I am going to make calls while water skiing. "Hey guess what I'm doing," I'll say.
So those dogs sat there all week and wondered, "Why did the man leave his thing out here? We will put it in the gnawing area, he always looks in the gnawing area and throws away what he finds there, so he will find his thing."
Score, dogs 1. Man 0.
No school today, a walk, but I gotta hit the books anyway...
posted by Carl at 8:07 AM
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