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Friday, October 21, 2011

A Watched Dog

My husband cut off three fingers and gave his arms a close shave one day while mowing the grass.

“See, I told you we needed a riding lawn mower.”

Our lawn is the size of a golf ball dimple.

“What we need,” I muttered, reattaching his fingers with Gorilla Glue, “is a yard man smart enough to keep his hands out of the whirling blades of the lawn mower. Doesn’t the term ‘moving parts’ mean anything to you?”

“All I know is that it’s a good thing I was wearing my lucky hat.”

There’s always something to be thankful for.

“We could have lost Bo’s squeaky ball for good.”

Bo is the Labrador. He’s the closest thing the Captain has to a disciple. He sprawled in the grass and whiled away the time waiting for the bleeding to let up by chewing an old rag. If one man can double the time it takes to do a single chore, a man and his dog can create a time vortex that modern science can’t explain.

I can replace the dog’s squeaky ball for ninety-nine cents at the pet store. Human fingers, on the other hand, go for quite a bit more. And you can’t find them in the express lane at the Piggly Wiggly.

I don’t know what it is that make men think they’re invincible. About the time in their lives that they need to check in with headquarters to make sure their prostate isn’t the size of an orbiting planet, they’re hanging from the eaves looking for blockages in the drainage system. His own pipes are exploding from four decades of chili cheeseburgers, and the man is swinging from the roof like a chimpanzee.

Call me crazy, but this time I’m tempting fate and sending him out to finish the job.

Let’s hope he doesn’t find out what Bo did to his lucky hat.

4 comments:

colbymarshall said...

Yes, I'd say human fingers are a little harder to come by. Though they may actually sell dog squeaky toys that are human fingers, so I'm not sure if that counts...probably wouldn't be that, erm, functional...

Amy Mullis said...

Hmm. Maybe I should stock up on the squeaky ones. . .just in case.

Lisa said...

Please tell me Bill really didn't lose 3 fingers - as someone who has a VERY healthy respect for punch presses, and whose husband calls her "Lisa of the Nine-and-3-Quarters finger".

Amy Mullis said...

:) Only for you would I tell the truth. He still has ten fingers to get into trouble with.