Thursday, April 22, 2010

A Not So Quiet Sunday Afternoon

Sunday found me at home this past weekend, taking it easy and relaxing before going back to the grind of work.  I deliberately made plans not to do anything so I could have the day to myself.  It was all going pretty much according to plan, too.  I read some blogs, had breakfast at my leisure, chatted with friends online and snuggled with the dogs on the couch.  Honestly, it was pretty much about the most perfectly relaxing day that you can imagine.

I imagine you all sitting there as you read this, figuring that of course this idyll couldn't have lasted, or I probably wouldn't be writing about it.  You would be correct.  In the middle of the afternoon as Mr. Taleteller and I sat watching a movie that we'd rented, we heard the sound of the fire truck sirens.  That's a fairly common occurance, since the fire station, like most other things of import in our tiny village, is just two blocks down the street.  However, it is very unusual for the fire truck to come down and stop right in front of our house.  I looked at my husband and stated the obvious. 

He looked at me doubtfully, as if I could be mistaken about a giant red truck parked in front of the house with red lights flashing on top.  The girls were less hesitant to check it out.  Bunny and Blueberry were at the door and front window to figure out what the deal was.  Mr. Taleteller then got up, because obviously the dogs' word for it is more reliable than mine, and went to the door.  He opened it and looked out.  A second fire truck pulled up and then an ambulance, and we saw that a police car had arrived before the first fire truck.  A niggle of concern started to work and we went outside to see if we could figure out what was going on.  Perhaps the kid next door had finally gone mental.  Maybe our yard was on fire and nobody told us.  Could there be some other catastrophe that we were unaware of right outside our door?

By that point, most people in our vicinity had come by to see what the commotion was.  It turns out that our next door neighbors, less than affectionately known in our town as The Village Idiots, had a gas leak in a space heater in a front bedroom.  Much ado was made over the whole minor incident and after the ESDA man showed up with a more sensitive tester (why I'm not sure, since we could smell the gas on our front porch and in the living room) it was decided that the electric and gas company would be called out to shut off their gas.  The fire department waited there until the gas man arrived. 

After that, most of the village, along with Lilac and Blueberry, had given up interest in the goings on outside.  Bunny, of course, stood sentry until the fire trucks were gone and I was sitting on the couch again after some checking on the garden outside.  Apparently, it was just the right amount of excitement as far as she was concerned.  She promptly curled up in my lap and took a nap.  Sometimes life in a small town can be all the excitement that you need.

Keeping an eye on the neighborhood can be a taxing job, you know!    

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  1. It *is* a tough job, but somebody has to do it!

    I really do think Bunny is the best one for the job, and my guess is that she thinks so too. ;)

  2. Those firefighters would not have known what to do without Bunny's excellent leadership and supervision.

  3. Well, that does sound like an exciting interlude. It's a good thing Bunny was there to alert you and do crowd control and stuff.

    wags, Lola

  4. Ahh the excitement of a small town! I know it well.=)

  5. Excitement - we're just glad Bunny doesn't smoke - that could have been disastrous.

    Lilly, Piper, Carrleigh and Ruairi

  6. We had a near gas leak here, too. My ENTIRE black was filled with Emergency vehicles. Turns out someone had just poured gas down the drain, because they couldn't find the leak..

  7. Wowee! That was very much exciting! I don't know if I've ever seen a fire truck so I liked looking at yours. I heard dalmation doggies drive them. Did you see one?

    Wiggles & Wags,

  8. I'm glad that you had those guard dogs on duty to keep you appraised of the situation :)

    Did Bunny bark orders to everyone?

    We had a gas leak here once. A giant icicle fell off our roof and directly onto the metal pipe that carries propane into our house. We heard loud hissing, and searched for the cause. I was convinced that it was coming from inside the house so I opened the window right above the broken pipe and propane poured into our house. It was then that I learned that my dog K completely freezes up when we act scared. We had to drag her out of the house (not easy).

    It all turned out fine, but what were the chances of such a thing happening? A perfectly aligned huge icicle nearly blew up our house...

  9. Glad that the next door house didn't blow up.

  10. Seriously, do ya'll not bark? We barks at one comes on our street without us voicing our opinions.

  11. BowWowzer!! What excitement! We all had to BOL at the term of endearment that you used for your next door neighbor...That's the same thing Grandma apparently used to call Auntie's boyfriend years ago.teehee. Glad there was no real emergency.
    Smooches from pooches,
    BabyRD and Hootie

  12. Excellent work, Bunny. What would these humans do without us???

    Your pal,


  13. It's so alarming to see things like that near your house. Good thing you had the watch-pooches...

  14. There are few things more scarey than having emergency vehicles descend on your house. Glad all was ok.


  15. whoa! i'm glad everythingie was okay. did you get to check out the fire truck, miss bunny?? it looks super cool!
    the booker man

  16. I'm sorry for the scare, my sweet furiends. I was very interested in your Doggie Dooley feedback. I did notice it was only for small dogs or a couple of large ones, and I should have mentioned it, but instead I figured if anybody is interested they'll read about it by following the link. We compost. Thank you for the information.

  17. I adore that last photo! Scout and Freyja are such busy-bodies! I just love the name Lilac for a dog, so sweet. I've often wanted to adopt a retired racer; however, I live on the Canadian border so it's very cold in the winter and my backyard fence is only 4' high and I have cats. So all of those things worry me about providing a good home.

    Tell Lilac that Scout will spot her his pink teddy bear and raise her a pink piggie!☺

  18. False alarm? Good news in my book! :)

  19. Glad to know everything is ok!
    Kisses and hugs

  20. Well, at least nothing exploded, huh? That was good!!

    We had a genuine 'burnt to crisp' house-fire opposite us a week or so ago. Arson, they reckon, too. Now, THAT'S excitement .. but you can have it, if you like! Bit too exciting for me. ;)

  21. It's a good thing the Village Idiots didn't decide they needed a smoke to recover from all the excitement ...


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