Pocket and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day

In our house we seldom expect good days.  We just hope they aren’t bad.  Inevitably they are, but that’s OK, it just lowers the bar for the next day.  But somedays that bar just crashes off poles and drops to the floor.

It started off when we got up early.  Getting up early is never a good thing in our house, unless it’s because Daddy is working.  That usually means that he will go to work, Mommy will get in her recliner, and we take a long snuggle nap.  But if Mommy showers that means either prolonged crate time or household drama.

This day Mommy showered and there was lots of drama.  First thing, during breakfast, a gigantic monster came and ate our driveway.  It chewed up the entire thing leaving nothing but dirt.  Then another monster came in and put down rocks and gravel.  Mommy said we were getting a new driveway.  I don’t know why.  But then again I don’t know why we got a new dog when Foley went to the Bridge.

The men who were riding the Monsters asked to use our outside hose.  Daddy told them they could, but not to leave the hose on, because there was a little leak under the house when the hose ran it would leak on to the driveway.  Well, like most monster riders the men didn’t listen.  They left the hose on and the water from the leak made the fresh gravel in the driveway wet.  The maintenance director knocked on the door making River Song and I run from room to room barking loudly until we forgot why we were barking and laid down.  Meanwhile the maintenance director told Daddy that he would have to get the leak fixed before the monsters could put pavement on the driveway, and there would be no parking on it until it was fixed.

So Daddy went under the house, which is never a good place for a Daddy to be, and started pulling the insulation so he could get to the pipe.  He found that the previous owner had put a board under the leaky pipe so it would run into the insulation and soak it, then slowly drip down so it looked like a minor leak instead of the major leak that it was.  Normally no one would notice, unless you left the water on for an hour because you  needed it for the pavement.

Mommy, who takes delicate care of her gardens, was very upset that her yard now had an ugly gravel driveway and it could take up to two weeks for it to be fixed.  Two weeks of ugly is a lot for her to handle.  But she didn’t let that bother her.  Her granddaughter was playing freshman soccer across the street from where Daddy was working a shift so she was going to watch and then do some shopping.

Mommy got to the game and put her folding chair on the wet ground.  It took her ten minutes to realize her granddaughter was not at the game and now she had more than three and a half hours to kill in one of Southeastern Massachusetts’ worst neighborhoods.  She decided to get up.  She pushed off the chair and sunk down more  Her tired arms and legs, and her bent back, would not let her stand.

  She was too embarrassed to ask for help and after ten minutes of rising, falling and sinking she was able to stand, grab the chair,

Then she whipped up supper, and Mommy and Daddy finally sat down the eat, when they caught a whiff of something.  Daddy stood up and checked behind Mommy’s chair.  The tummy woes I had worked so hard to hold inside had exploded.  “Now Pocket’s got diarrhea!”  Daddy yelled and their supper was interrupted to clean my smelly mess, which is the worst thing to interrupt supper.

Our tummy woes were temporary, and slowly things began to return to normal, but we did have one terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.