| Oh no Don't let the rain come down My roof's got a hole in in And I might drown Brothers Four |
Earlier this summer I decided to strike up a conversation with my favorite vizla dog Pumpkin. As near as I remember the conversation went something like this:
Me:
Well Pumpkin, it looks like its time to begin my summer
projects. Let’s see.
I’ve got the shed to empty out, the roof to clean, and my van
to sell, as well as all that other stuff Cyn wants me to do.
So where should I begin anyway? What's your suggestion?
Pumpkin: Woof.
Me: I was afraid you would say the roof. I’m not looking forward to that job at all. There’s lots of things up there: brush, sediment, and debris of every imaginable description, and…and…
Pumpkin: Bark!
Me: Yes. you're right; there's plenty of that too. I’ll just bet that it’s not going to be an easy job cleaning that roof off.
Pumpkin: Rough.
Me: Right on, Pumpkin. It’s going to be a real rough job. Not only that but it’s dangerous too. There's all kinds of things that could happen to me. I could twist my ankle, or fall off, or hurt my back. So what do you think is the worst thing that might happen?
Pumpkin: Arf.
Me: You’re so right my friend. Falling off is the worst thing possible. Of course I could fall in the grass where it’s soft or in the rocky gravel. What do you think anyway?
Pumpkin: growl.
Me: Yah. That gravel would really mess me up. Well thanks a lot Pumpkin for this nice little talk. I’d better get to work now.
Pumpkin: Rough.
Me: OK. Don’t rub it in.
This entire job took about two weeks. After it was done I again asked my dog pumpkin about the job and she replied, "rough!".