Saturday, May 14, 2011

The case of the missing keys

Red alert! Red alert! Vincent Lorelle, please report to Sector C. We have a case of missing keys!

Vincent the Detective/Pirate/Coal Miner was called upon this afternoon to use his detective skills and metal detector to locate a neighbor's missing keys (he dropped them somewhere in a patch of wet ivy). Vincent added to his professional accoutrements his coal-mining headlamp, night-vision goggles and rain boots for reasons that will remain dark to us mere mortals (perhaps we all need headlamps). He also took his trusty steed, Genie the purebred mutt, who most of the time can't even find her way indoors from the backyard, let alone sniff out some muddy keys.

Well, we didn't find keys. We did find a lot of roly-polys, a millipede, and plenty of poison ivy. And Genie the Wonder Dog? She found her way into a creek, but couldn't find her way back up the poison-ivy-encrusted bank, so yours truly had to descend INTO THE WATER, lure her down about 25 feet of dark, thicket-heavy creek, and CARRY HER UP A SOGGY STEEP EMBANKMENT.

You know, I really should have brought my rain boots and headlamp. 


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