Okay, okay ONE more story and then I HAVE to work. So I go to secure a foreclosed home today and had one of my guys with me. Big Bill. (He doesnt know that is his name. But I use it nicely.) So Big Bill and I walk upstairs and this house is PACKED...I mean PACKED with stuff. We make our way thru the hallway and into one of the bedrooms. I had Big Bill pull open a door that was stuck and lo and behold - another secret room. This room had a mattress on the floor (just like all the other rooms we were walking in) EXCEPT as Big Bill pointed out - this one had lots of doggie waste all in it. So as the waste gets more and more ..we see a curtain over a doorway. I pull back the curtain and there is another mattress with doggie waste on every inch of it. I can see another room and by now all I can think of is - OH NO...some poor dog died in here. He pooped himself to death. I am NOT going to look because if I see a dead dog or a hurt dog - I will start to cry. So I tell Big Bill that this is now his job....except it came out like this....(Add whimpering, whiney sounds to this.) Bill....please go in there right away and make sure no dog is hurt or dead. Oh PLEASE go in there and look. I cant look. You look. He looked at me and then as nicely as he could he took his size 18 feet and stepped on the mattresses, turned the corner and checked for dead/hurt dogs. Phew. None there. Back to business.
Posted on: Tue, 03 Jun 2014 23:43:39 +0000