We lost Biggie…
almost. Whew! It was a close one.
On Christmas Second Day (Boxing Day, for you Brits, Canucks, Kiwis and Aussies), Terry and I went out to the movies for the first time since the latest Harry Potter release. We saw “Alvin the and Chipmunks” (sic)(that’s the way it was posted on our local cinema marquee). It was a cute, sometimes funny, family values movie - and Terry loves the chipmunks. Chipmunks Christmas is our most-played holiday album.
We left Goliath in the car, because he doesn’t like to be left home, but he doesn’t really need to go to the movies. Besides, he’s afraid of loud noises, and the movies are usually loud, not to mention freezing. It was night-time, so he wouldn’t cook, and we left the windows down a tad, so he’d have fresh air. When we came out of the movie at about 9 pm, he was gone. Car was still locked, but no Biggie!!! Holy Shit! We lost Biggie in Sunny Isle parking lot at night. We were distraught, to say the least. Michael Armendariz was conversing with a friend at the car parked next to us. We told him, and he was distraught! We went back toward the theater to check with a security guard we’d seen. Michael wandered around the parking lot looking and calling, despite having lost his voice (apparently things get lost in threes - Michael’s friend had lost his wallet, Michael lost his voice, we lost our dog).
The security guard had not seen or heard of anyone else reporting a little dog running around. She must have thought we were nuts, we could barely string together a few coherent words - “we lost our dog”, “he’s, uh, small (hand gestures here) … and cute”, “he has a collar with his name and number”, “nobodies seen him?”, “Is there, like, a central security office here? Maybe they’ve seen him?”
No, she was standing in front of the only security “kiosk” at Sunny Isle, if anyone reported him, she would have heard it. We started to wander off toward the theatre box office, maybe someone there had seen him, when the security lady said “Is that him?” And there was Biggie running toward us from the direction of K-Mart! I guess he needed to do a little after-christmas shopping. So all ended well.
When we got home, we immediately went on line to track down a replacement hard top for the Tracker. Apparently Goliath climbs up on the massage tables and squeezes out a tear in the seams by the zipper of the rear window in the soft top. This wasn’t the first time he’s done it, just the most nerve-racking. The first time, he came looking for us at Salud Bistro while we were celebrating Nikki’s B-day. He’d gotten out, followed our trail to the door and waited for someone to open it and let him in. Our waitress asked us if we’d brought our little dog. “No” we said, “he’s in the car”. She responded, “No, he’s in the bar!”
Tags: St. Croix
December 29th, 2007 at 12:29 pm
Gosh that made me panic. Seriously, if you need me to bring/forward the part just say. I will not be sent to the BVI.
Little shit…I want to shake him in a way that would get me locked up.
December 29th, 2007 at 12:43 pm
Thanks Wreg… but the part comes in a 3×4x5 foot crate weighing 150 lbs. I think we’ll have it sent to VI Cargo (freight forwarder).
However, I may ask you to bring down vinyl name labels for Origami. I spent yesterday morning designing the name on-line, only to be thwarted at check-out. They only ship UPS, so the shipping cost was going to be more than the order. I checked with another outfit that promised free prority mail, but he doesn’t have as many font choices (on-line anyway) and hasn’t responded to my inquiry yet.
December 29th, 2007 at 12:55 pm
I’d be glad to bring it down. I know someone in the bidness too that might be worth checking with if you have the graphic file.
Man the weather is lousy here, it is 67 and humid as Ned’s ass and is going to plunge into the teens in a few days.
December 29th, 2007 at 2:35 pm
Humid as what?????
It’s still windy as a tropical storm here with churned up seas. Low humidity, though….
December 29th, 2007 at 5:14 pm
Ned’s Ass is kind of like Shit Fire and Apple Butter. It’s ugly as Ned’d ass, hot as Ned’s Ass, boring as Ned’s ass, whatever. It ads color and definition to an otherwise boring statement without full blown cursing. Ned is always the persons name that you use. Just like he was drunk as Cooter Brown. Cooter was a famous drunk that lived on the border of the North and South. He didn’t want to fight on either side so he stayed stone drunk throughout the war avoiding the draft on either side. Hence the statement, he was drunk as Cooter Brown. Google it and try it on Peter next time he is drunk as Cooter Brown.
December 30th, 2007 at 8:30 am
Cooter? What in the Ned’s ass kind of name is that?
There! How was that?!
December 30th, 2007 at 8:44 am
Or you can combine all three… Shit Fire and Mango Butter, I was drunk as Cooter Brown and actin’ like Ned’s ass.
December 30th, 2007 at 9:10 am
Perfect. You can now function in polite society in most southern states among the locals.
Don’t you just love it when the comments run on and off topic from the actual post?
December 30th, 2007 at 9:48 am
What post?
Oh noooo, we lost our train of thought, too!