Hello and welcome to the world of the Dogpound where only we can have a delayed Friday 13th. I am writing this on the 14th and based on the events so far this morning, it should be Friday the 13th. First off I had plans to go to the county fair but my date has decided to be fashionably late...over an hour late, which is not too bad since the fair is an all-day thing, but things kept getting worse. First my printer decides to go on the fritz. Keeps asking me for a new cartridge even after I put a new one in [$75 for a dual package]. Think it is time to toss this one into the waste basket. Then I took some items down into the basement for storage and I was greeted with water. Not a lot but it was...of course…right where I had some boxes stored. After dragging all of the semi-soggy boxes out from the wall, I was able to determine that the leak was on the wrong side of the shut off valve to the house and the brass connector [connects the outside line to the inside lines…now all plastic] has sprung a very small hole. I went down to our little hardware store and they had nothing to patch the hole with, but he did give me the number of a local plumber. In the meantime I took some chewing gum…hey it works for MacGyver, put it on the hole and used some duct tape to hold it in place. It did not stop it but it did slow it down to a few drops; so a towel wrapped around the leak and a bucket is containing the issue for the time being. Just hope the plumber can get here…just in case the hole decides to get a lot bigger. So, if any of Dogpound Pack has suffered a similar experience…to you I wish you an unlucky post-Friday the 13th.
THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK
“All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full.” King Solomon [Not about leaks...but is about water. LOL]
A couple of young boys were fishing at their special pond off the beaten track. All of a sudden, the game warden jumped out of the bushes. Immediately, one of the boys threw his rod down and started running through the woods like a bat out of a cave. The game warden was hot on his heels. After about a half mile, the young man stopped and stooped over with his hands on his thighs to catch his breath, so the game warden finally caught up to him. “Let’s see yer fishin’ license, boy!” the warden gasped.
With that, the boy pulled out his wallet and gave the game warden a valid fishing license. “Well, son,” said the game warden, “you must be about as dumb as a box of rocks!
You don’t have to run from me if you have a valid license!” “Yes, sir,” replied the young guy, “but my friend back there, well, he don’t have one.”
That is a wrap. I am now going to stand in the doorway and watch for the plumber. As always be good, play safe, and remember a dry basement is a good thing.
JR and Max