Random Thought Thursday:Go Dog Go

This has nothing to do with the classic book, Go Dog Go.  Don't get me wrong.  We quote from that book all the time. We love it.  My kids love to put random things on their heads and ask if I like their hat.  And thanks to Go Dog Go, I can honestly answer. No. I do not like that hat. But I digress.

A few nights ago we were all tucked in bed, turned the lights out, and were ready for a good nights rest.  Then we heard someone yelling.

"Is that a domestic dispute?" My husband asked.

"Sounds like it," I said.

"Which house is it?"

"I don't know." This is the part where I pulled the pillow over my head and wished we had the nice field of weeds behind our house again.  Sure it was home to the largest gopher population in the state and one or two gophers might have been killed in the process of building the new homes and the gophers eat all my plants - but at least they did it quietly. (I think in run-on sentences when I'm sleepy.)

My husband gets out of bed and puts one contact in his eye, turns off the security alarm and opens the sliding glass door a crack.  He stood in the shadowy silence of our darkened home, listening.  He came back laughing.

"It's some guy telling his dog to poop."

"What?"

"The guy is out there yelling at his dog to poop.  He told the dog that it couldn't crap in his house and his wife was standing in the doorway giving pointers."

I couldn't hear the yelling anymore.  "It must be done."

"Can you imagine if someone tried to call the police?" He went in the bathroom and removed his contact before coming back to bed. (He forgot to turn the security alarm back on.)

"My neighbor is yelling at his dog to poop and it's really loud." Then so as to no confuse the dispatcher.  "The yelling, not the poop."

We are giggling so hard my husband can't speak.

"The whole thing stinks," I add.

So there you have it.  Go Dog Go.  We haven't heard the yelling for a few nights so I guess it did come out all right in the end.