The other day when I returned from work, I found 5 Verizon technicians staring intently at a 3-foot diameter hole they had dug in my yard. They seemed to be mesmerized by their efforts. It was as if the hole was speaking to them. The rest of the world was oblivious to this crew of 5.
This was more evident when my 12 year old golden retriever, Dexter, ambled down the deck’s steps and into the back yard. He doesn’t move that fast anymore so when he saw the 5 of them huddled around the opening he decided he would stick his snout into the group.
It was like watching a movie in slow motion. The first guy performed this Smokey the Bear sanctioned: stop, drop and roll maneuver. Another guy yelped and dove into the hole. The remaining 3 screamed like girls and ran about 100 steps away. Dexter remained, his tail wagging happily. He figured this was all a big game and was intently watching the guy in the hole. Once they realized Dexter was calm and non-dangerous, one by one they returned to their sunken friend and helped him out.
Dexter completed his business out side, came back up the steps and had dinner alfresco. I, after quickly changing my shirt due to spilling my drink from the hilarity of the situation below, returned back out to the deck and proceeded to relax. Who knew I’d have free entertainment that evening?