BewareTheMom

Sailor here.

Mom just had another little, er, "incident" in the garden. This was not as
dramatic as her acquisition of a Zoe goggle, but it was rather astounding to
HissSpit.

Mom was cleaning my crate to put back in the car. It had gotten a little
muddy and Mom had just finished the wash cycle and was starting to rinse it
out. "So far, so good," I said. HissSpit, who was sitting about eight feet
away on the deck railing, agreed.

Mom dropped the hose and went to dump the accumulated water out of my crate.
Now, this hose has a nifty nozzle with a yellow handle that turns the water
on and off. The nozzle has a dial-a-splash, and Mom had turned it to Full
Force. When she dropped the hose, the nozzle landed spit side up, handle side
down on the brick patio. As Mom went to tip the crate, she accidentally
stepped on the nozzle.

Spray!!! went the water right in Mom's face. Well, part of the spray hit Mom
in the face. The other part of the spray ricocheted off Mom's eyebrows and
made a big beautiful arc over the patio and onto the deck rail. With a yowl
and a screech worthy of nineteen hyenas, HissSpit took off, shaking her
sodden fur and leaving wet footprints behind. Poor kitty! Both she and Mom
were dripping. Mom was laughing. I think HissSpit was cursing. She
probably thinks I did this to her.

It took HissSpit the better part of an hour to dry herself off and venture
back to civilization.

Sailor the only lubber to stay dry (what's a lubber?)