Lockport Union-Sun & Journal — Just when I thought the lawn was picked-up enough to mow, I noticed a couple more pine cones in the middle of the yard. As I walked over and picked them up, I noticed Maggie out of the corner of my eye. She winced and walked briskly away. I quickly found out why.
“Ew-w-w, Maggie!” It wasn’t 2 pine cones.
“Hey,” Maggie barked, “those twinkies aren’t mine. I knew you’d blame me,” she said sheepishly, “but they’re Eddie’s.”
Eddie is the neighbor’s dog who likes to come over and water the new vinyl-siding we put on the house — not to mention all the flowers and every garden ornament in the yard. Apparently, ‘number one’ is only part of his schtick. I’d be inclined to say that Eddie leaves our yard 10 pounds lighter but, unfortunately for Maggie (and me), he refills his tank by eating her dog food before meandering on home. Our house is like an unload and re-load station in Eddie’s daily routine.
Nonetheless, I got the lawn half-mowed when — as usual — I ran out of gas. My wife came outside as I walked over to get the 5-gallon tank to refill it. “You didn’t get a new gas can yet?” she asked.
“What are you talking about?”
“Don’t you remember?” she continued. “Last year you hit a pine cone and put a hole in the bottom of that one. It leaks.”
“Not as much as Eddie does, I’ll bet.”
It’s never easy.
And that’s the way it looks from the Valley.Tom Valley is a Medina resident. His column appears every Thursday. Contact him at firstname.lastname@example.org.