Help! There's a dog in my underwear!

Has the rush of the Christmas season got you down. Are you having a "Blue Christmas"? If so, this TRUE story should put a smile on your face.

I was at my parent's house the other day when Dad told me of something that happened to him recently. But first I must get some of the ensuing details painted first.

My Mom had a home health client who recently passed away. Her client was concerned about what would happen to her little poodle when she died. Mom told her that she would take the dog. My parents haven't had an inside dog in a very long time.

This dog hated men when it was with Mom's client. Now that it is at my parent's house, it is the constant companion of my Dad. Dad can't even go to the bathroom without CoCo following him.

The other day, Dad went to the bathroom, followed by his little furry shadow. While he was sitting "upon the throne", CoCo curled up and made himself comfortable in Dad's underwear.

The problem was, is that Dad had a stroke a couple years ago and his arms just aren't as strong as they once were, and neither is his balance. When he finished, he tried to pull up his shorts & pants but with the extra weight of the dog, he couldn't get them up. He couldn't bend over and pick up the dog for fear of toppling foreword. He told the dog to move with no avail. He called out for someone to help him, but wasn't heard over the TV. He sat there and contemplated what to do. Finally, he lifted his legs straight in front of him, and out plopped the dog. He now closes the door upon entry to "the throne room".

The Blur

There has been an eerie sighting in the Castle Nottaguy-Imadad landholdings:

The whitish blur seen in this picture has been spotted several times by multiple people. I was fortunate enough to catch it on my camera phone one day. What is it you ask? A ghost? An alien? A being from another dimension?

Nope. It's Sparky the wonder dragon making his security patrol around the grounds. He can really fly around that yard. I've checked him several times for wings, but I haven't found them yet

Time to clean the grill

Admit it, isn't this how we all do it? It would work for me, but Sparky the dragon would eat the cat before the grill was cleaned. Perhaps he would use the grill FOR the cat.

Meet Sparky

For those of you who are not familiar with the Nottaguy-Imadad landholdings, allow me to introduce Sparky, our fierce dragon, and protector of the realm. He is of the genus canine minimus maximus, which is Latin for "the little dog who thinks that he is a big dog". I believe in this picture, he is disemboweling the dreaded enemy , Mr. Newspaper delivery boy. He actually is rather small, weighing only 18#, but can grow to six feet, seven inches tall with teeth that can bite through great rocks & trees the moment someone steps upon the porch.

He is very sneaky, and a master of disguise.Here he is wearing a mullet, trying to mingle with the rednecks in the neighborhood. They never knew he was there. I think he ate two of them.
And this is him, disguised as a gypsy.
This is him in one of his lighter moments. I think he is trying to do his "Goofy" impersonation.

If you decide to visit the Castle Nottaguy, please call beforehand, or send someone ahead that you don't like very much.