We broke the shower head.
Well, specifically, my fiance broke the shower head. Itwasn'tmyfault.
It was a bendy one, designed to rain down on you. He bent the neck to adjust it and *snap,* it decided it was only going to wash the wall from then on. Sooooo...to the hardware store we went!
Actually, the one we picked out is AWESOME. But anyways.
On our way home from shopping, we closed up the gate and let the dogs out to run around a little bit. I decided they were stinky and used our also newly-purchased garden hose and nozzle to wash them off a little bit. Then I hear a barking, and suddenly both dogs are bounding top-speed to the gate, flinging water everywhere. I chase after 'em, terrified the little dog who won't stay the hell out of our yard was going to pick a fight she couldn't win, but to my surprise it was the neighbor's puppy, and it wasn't being mauled. Despite all the barking, both dogs were enthusiastically sniffing and wagging at the small dog, but the poor little (stupid) puppy was yipping like it was dying a slow and painful death (I guess it WOULD be scary to have two dogs two or three times your size sticking their faces up in your business...). I grabbed puppy and put it on the right side of the gate again, corralled my girls back inside, and went back to unloading the car.
A few minutes later I hear "but that white lady said I could come play with her dogs whenever I waaanteeed" float up over the fence.
To my neighbors, at least, to my 7 year old neighbors, I am that white lady.
Sweet.
-MM
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