While Hubby is Away...

[Peg Herring]

...something weird ALWAYS happens. So last night I'm relaxing on the couch when I hear what at first seems to be thunder. But the cat is upset by it to the point where she can't sleep, which is unusual for her. It goes on too long, so I start looking around. From the porch I can hear the rumbling clearly, but there is nothing in sight. I stand there listening to this insistent, hollow sound that can't be thunder, but the yard is empty.

I go back inside; the sound continues. I look out the window, starting to get creeped out by it. Suddenly a hole appears in my fiberglass garage door, first small, but then bigger. There's movement behind it, and the hole grows as I watch. Finally a paw appears through the hole, widening it out as the destruction echoes through the building and into the yard.

In a burst of inspiration I push the remote button, raising the door and letting the rather large stray dog that was trapped inside escape. He slinks off, but what he leaves behind isn't pretty.

So when JC comes home today, I can explain the 8-inch hole in the garage door. And that's why I didn't get any writing done last night. Does "the dog ate my home" work?

[B.R.Stateham]

Spot has a spot of indigestion now, me thinks.

[Donna Carrick]

Oh, good excuse! HAHA Can you work it into a plot?

[Dana King]

Let this be a lesson: Always look for Cujo before closing the garage.