Here in the Bluegrass...

Yeah, so...I had to blog this b/c my life is just...
Well, it's just my life.

It's a beautiful, sunny day outside. I finished lunch on the porch and got John up from his nap. We walk out to the living room and lo and behold, the local firetruck and his posse are pulling up to the house. I am in my pj's - plaid blue pajama pants and my Asbury College sweatshirt. I am disheveled to say the least. I was not, I repeat, I was not expecting visitors. They jump out right away and climb the back stairs as I'm opening the back door. I think I said, "no fire here!" To which John yells, "No fire." But, it sounds more like, "no fry." No fries, no fire. Not today.

So, then, the man proceeds to tell me about a woman on the phone that is describing a black dog stuck on a cliff on the KY river. Hmmm....there are about 1,000 + cliffs and about half that # of black dogs in the area. "Good luck, " I told the nice man. He laughed. I think he wanted to cry. I wanted to cry for him. But, he asked if they could all go "looking" for the dog. Well, of course, but there are electrified fences around the perimeter of our land and every other farmer in the area. There aren't a lot of gates that allow a person to go to the cliffs on a whim. His partner hollered to him that the lady on the phone was not here. Here? "Here" meaning Jackie? Duh.

So, off they went. Slowly. I don't blame them. How in the world are they going to find such a needle in a haystack?

Oh wait, I think they are back...

To be continued...