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What Could Possibly Go Wrong ? is a blog dedicated to sharing the ups and downs of one woman's quest to stay sane and sober amidst life's chaos. Join me as we laugh, cry, and learn together.

Dogs in Trees

 With Rob working at home now, surrounded by the animals I can always rely on at least one a amusing text per day. Sometimes it's just "Your dog is in an idiot" and nothing else. The highlight of last week began with that and was followed up with the following story. Both dogs treed a squirrel. Ren with the Malinois genes just bounced up and down around the tree. Otis took a more direct approach. When his attempts to pull down the tree ended in failure, he decided to climb it instead. That assault was more successful until he got stuck between two branches several feet off the ground. The squirrel took advantage of the opportunity, scampered down the tree and legged it across the garden to safety. Ren was too busy bouncing to notice the daring escape, and Otis, well he wasn't going anywhere in a hurry. Sadly he made it out safely before Rob was able to capture the moment on film, but I can't argue, the dog is an idiot.

Reno's Part Deux

Day 2 of the renovations and  I still have a husband and a son relatively intact. Grady, of course would probably disagree, because when Rob threw (dropped) a saw at him, it impaled his shirt and almost (not even close) removed a certain appendage (a la John Wayne Bobbitt). Like I said, he is a little bit drama prone. To be fair he did spend an inordinate amount of time laboriously carving away drywall to accommodate a window. After completion of this task he mentioned how a sawsall (spelling ?) would have made the chore so much easier, at which point Rob helpfully offered up that he did in fact have said tool in the garage. Grady was not even remotely impressed. Despite advice to vacate the house immediately, I decided to stay and offer helpful suggestions. However it would appear they were considered neither wanted nor helpful and I was unceremoniously booted from the basement. We did have one casualty, my floor lamp which bit the (drywall) dust after losing a fight with Grady. Although I was quite happy to forgo that particular lighting for the time  being, the intrepid duo took that as an excuse to spend the rest of the afternoon  in Home Depot. They did extend an invitation for me to join them, but truthfully, I'd rather have a root canal. Upon their return they were positively giddy with excitement, toting an armful of new tools, declaring to make today's endeavours much easier. Time will tell. Stay tuned.