Setting the scene....Mr. DEDS and I, his brother and girlfriend are enjoying a beautiful summer evening, sitting around a nice, round outdoor table on her patio enjoying glasses of wine, beer and shrimp.
She has a dog chained to a long, long rope nearby. Said dog keeps a yellow ball in her mouth 24/7. This dog likes depositing the yellow ball near or on people so that said people pick up and toss the saliva coated ball. Dog races to catch it and brings it back, hoping to repeat the scenario.
Guess what happens when dog meanders around the table trying to get us to toss her ball (she's being ignored as we have much more stimulating conversations to tend to...), resulting in her rope being wrapped around the table legs one time, and then, and THEN brother-in-law decides to not just toss the ball gently into the yard, but to heave-ho it at 90 miles an hour to parts unknown behind where I am sitting?
Said dog launches at rocket speed to retrieve the ball, simultaneously catapulting the entire table at super sonic speed in my direction. If that wasn't bad enough, the entire contents of everyone's wine and beers are now soaking into my carefully thought out ensemble. I have never been so wet in public in my regular clothes.
The following picture was taken AFTER I already changed my alcohol 100 percent SOAKED top.
As I told my brother-in-law, it's a good thing I like him.
I'll drink to that!
ReplyDeleteThat must have been a sight! Too bad there's no video!
ReplyDeleteHonestly, I don't think that the aforementioned brother-in-law has "learned his lesson". While I was reading your post, he was in the other room throwing the slimy yellow ball (yes, in the house) to the adorable little golden retriever who just wants to play fetch 24/7. Dog nails scraping against hardwood? Not good! I agree, it's a good thing that we like him!
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ReplyDeletethat's it. that's all i've got. sorry...
smiles, bee
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OK, I must say that the evening of salmon, steak, wine, potatoes, salad, bread, and all around good craic (that is an irish term that means fun & merriment) was great. I never did say that I was easy to live with, but at least memories last forever.....it all moved in slow motion and it was good that no one got hurt.
ReplyDeleteMen AND dogs never learn! Just sayin'...
ReplyDeleteAre you even kidding me?!!! No one else got wet, just you?!! Oh that's just not right Elenka, but it's kinda funny in a warped sense of humor type way of course. . . ~Lili
ReplyDeleteThat would be me, too. And I would have also landed flat on my arse with feet up in the air and lord knows what's showing...LOL!
ReplyDeleteThis story could have had a terrible ending. There were no trips to the emergency room, no casts or stitches...and if I know you, E, those wine-soaked jeans will inspire you to create something artfully magnificent and a new fad will be born. I think, whatever the fad happens to be, it should be named after the dog.
ReplyDeleteWow . . . sounds like a scene out of a "Parenthood" movie :-)
ReplyDeleteXO
Poor you! Darling dog!
ReplyDeleteI kinda knew where this was going but still laughed out loud. And it's perfect that you posted the photo of the "after" as well. Yeah, I guess it's a good thing you like your BIL!
ReplyDeleteSheesh, what a waste of good wine! *lol*
Oh my God! I feel bad for you but it sounds like you were a pretty good sport about it?! Oh my...that picture is worth a 1000 words. ~..~ I have so many stories from when I used to drink of incidents that ended up looking like this...only none of them involved a dog! What a bummer....that's so embarrassing...and only you got the spill?? It IS a good thing you like your brother in law!!
ReplyDeleteaye yie yie!!!!!!
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