Well, it started this way. When the last snow of winter melted away, so did the top layer of the concrete extension I had put on my patio the preceding summer.
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, "Tony? You have a problem at my house. Come take a look!" Hmmm, Tony isn't sure what happened, but 'he'll get it taken care of.' Four months later (allowing for bad weather, cool weather, cloudy weather, rainy weather, and no weather at all) a crew turns up to jack hammer, sledge hammer, and generally beat my concrete into submission. All well and good.
Ah, I see my gas grill has been moved down some steps and far away in the yard. I kindly asked the two skinny kids to move it into the sun room. When they were finished, one stopped to read the 8 1/2 X 11 note taped to the grill and printed in capital letters: Please put this grill and my outdoor fireplace in the sun room. I decided to accept 1/2 of my request and let the other 1/2 ride.
I will admit to having forgotten the electric line buried in the concrete, and so all work was brought to a screeching halt when the jack hammer severed it. Oh, yes! But the jack hammer was plugged into an outlet that had a circuit breaker thing on it. A call to the big boss brought him to the work site and he reached over and touched a red button and everything worked again! Management does sometimes know what to do!
When I asked how they planned to block my dog from stepping in fresh cement, I was assured that they would drive in a few stakes and string some "Caution" tape to protect the job. Well, my dog is so smart that she answers the phone, but she can't read! Surprise! Surprise! Snow fence, wrought iron furniture, and prayers to heaven will have to keep the dog fenced out.
The jack-hammer guy, Fred (no last name), brought his sweet dog with him. Nice dog. She wandered around my property all day and we got acquainted. At the end of the day, I said to Fred, "Looks like she's got some pit bull in her." "100% full-blooded," was the answer! How glad I was that my demented pooch never knew she was there.
At the end of the day when all was quiet I was able to let my dear dog out. She took one look at the devastation and pooped right in the middle of the work area. My thought, exactly!