Our life with Annie, our surly, farting Dalmatian was complicated by her partner in crime, Greg, the ever-present kid from across the street. I use ever-present in the strictest sense. Greg’s mom worked nights. In a casual relationship never addressed by any of us, Greg made a beeline to our house as soon as he got home every day, hit the pantry for a snack, and let Annie out of prison. Greg was well known for investigating our premises, keeping himself abreast of what all that was going on at our house, while he dawdled about, picking things up, questioning, “What’s this? When did you get this?” We’d chat about his day. Afterwards, he and Annie would go off on a ramble, since we lived in a rural neighborhood with many large wooded areas. They were a common sight, known all over the neighborhood.
At any rate, one afternoon he and Annie stumbled on a construction site, just as a human skull was unearthed. Naturally, the ensuing hub bub was tremendous. With law enforcement and news crews arriving, Greg and Annie managed to be front and center, part of the big story. Greg was ecstatic, carrying the news all over the neighborhood, taking full credit for the entire situation. Anxious to milk the situation for all it was worth, Greg made a hasty trip back to our house to retrieve a gag item of my daughter’s, a dummy arm and hand intended to hang from the trunk of a vehicle, giving the impression of a body is in the trunk.
Returning to the wooded area near the site of all the excitement, Greg tossed the “arm” to Annie, initiating her favorite game of “keepaway.” Annie burst from the woods, arm in her mouth, ripping through the yellow crime scene tape. Greg was right behind her, yelling his head off. It was like a scene out of a Monty Python movie. Annie, no novice, at being chased by shouting strangers, headed home, dragging the incriminating arm. Winded, she scratched at the back door, still clinging to her prize. Shortly, she was followed by Greg and a bevy of law enforcement officers, asking to see the arm. She’d hidden in the bedroom, reluctant to part with such a desirable prize, but I brought it out for their examination. I was so glad not to be Greg’s parent that day.
Oh, the skull turned out to be that of a Native American who’d probably died more than one hundred years before.
The is the best boy and dog story I ever heard. Even the animals in your neighborhood are interesting. Ha ha ha ha ha.
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We not attract misfits.
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Another delightful, funny story from your endless repertoire. Loved it. :o)
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Thanks.
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A funniest home video event if ever there was one !
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Reblogged this on Nutsrok.
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Another great boy and dog story, with just enough law and order in it to keep it interesting, as if I wasn’t already laughing hard enough. I’m already looking forward to tomorrow’s.
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Thanks. I am going to try to get another in today.
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Great story. Kato is writing about his life.
http://idahobluebird50.wordpress.com
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That’s great
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Oh, hello! I am so glad you followed my blog, because it led me to you and to the best laugh I’ve had all day!
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Oh thanks you found my story about my horrible dog Annie. Another coming on her tomorrow. That was a very interesting comment on OM. I love to hear other people’s thinking.
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Thank you. Well, I didn’t want to come across as a groupie, because I’m not … but I object to being pushed around, no matter who is doing it. And if Those In Power will push someone else around, I’m going to say oy. Or something… 🙂
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Me too!
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Funny stuff Beth XD
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Thanks
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LOL priceless, what did his parents think of it all?
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Oh, they weren’t pleased. Imagine that!
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I have ten kids, I have seen it all
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Bet you have!
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What a fabulous story…always colorful and full of humor. Need that today, being snow-bound for a bit. Thanks. ☺ Van
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Hope it helped. Where are you?
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Eastern Pennsylvania. Maybe in the path of the NorEaster…maybe not. No one is sure.
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I have been watching that too. My daughter lives just outside Philadelphia. The coldest I’ve ever been was last winter during a snow storm.
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I wish I had been there. I can just picture it!
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It was funny.
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Oh, my God, I hope one day they make a movie with all your stories! What a funny story.
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I hope so too. What a great idea.
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Greg & Annie made a good pair. I’m sure they enjoyed lots of adventures together.
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Ohhhhh…
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Greg was a quick thinker Beth! That would have been hindsight to most. ~Elle
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Yes he was.
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Greg has a brilliant future that much is sure, so too does Anne.
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Greg is a used car salesman. Alas, after 13 long years, Annie has gone to her reward. Can you smell the fat sizzling?
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https://nutsrok.wordpress.com/2014/11/23/mixed-nuts-part-i-reblog/ you might like this series
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I so love your stories!!!
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Oh thank you.
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How funny! What mischievous pair! I bet those police officers were livid when they saw the fake arm! Priceless! 🙂
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I was so glad Greg wasn’t my kid. They didn’t really hold Annie responsible.
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Poor Greg…..little bugger!!!
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I was usually the one in the hot seat with my boy. It was nice to sit this one out. Chk email when you can.
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Well you got a nice rest then. Just checking .
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