Clues, Round I
- It's been raining here for two days.
- Our new puppy weighs about 18 pounds, on her way to a maximum of about 30.
- Little Miss is more attached to me so far than to either of the kids.
- The bars of our fence are set approximately six inches apart.
- Our yard is trying to revert to its natural state; clover, moss, ferns, hostas and liriope are gradually filling in some of the mud patches.
- The house is well lit, but the yard is not.
- Miss Puppy's hobby is digging for moles.
- Robespierre sometimes frequently usually lets his impulses get the better of him.
- Robey never wants to go to bed.
- I write a blog.
Have you figured out what happened yet? Anyone? No?
Clues, Round II
- Because of the rain and the attempted return to a more natural state, our yard is very muddy.
- The puppy can fit through the fence bars, so she has to be walked on a leash at all times.
- Little Miss will go potty only if accompanied by me; the kids just distract her.
- There are holes all over our yard, thanks to Miss Puppy's campaign to catch her own pet mole.
- Robey spent an hour today expanding one of Miss Puppy's most impressive mole excavation projects, against his my anyone's better judgment.
- The yard is very dark at night so it's hard to see where you're walking, but really -- why would you be wandering around a dark back yard late at night?
- Robey is usually still up until I drag myself to bed.
- I write a blog.
Anybody?
I know you're out there -- I can hear you breathing.
No?
Setup
- Late at night. I want to get ready for bed. Robespierre is still awake. Little Miss needs to go potty. We can't just let her out into the yard because she might squeeze through the fence bars and get lost. Robey takes her out on the leash but she keeps trying to come back in. After three attempts he wants to give up so I go outside with them and take the leash. She and I and Robey make figure eights around the muddy yard. I have to concentrate on her to make sure she actually goes.
- I write a blog.
Have you figured it out yet?
Here's one more clue:
Come on -- you know...
Solution
I stepped in a hole. A deep hole filled with mud and water. I didn't see it because it was dark, and I was concentrating on Little Miss. Completely grossed out, I handed the leash to Robespierre and squished inside.
And, because I write a blog, the first thing I did when I came inside was -- what?
Thaaat's right -- I snapped a photo so I could write about it.
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But wait -- I'm not finished. I bet you've already figured out what happened next.
And because I write a blog, you now know the whole story.
You're welcome.
