Hi everybuddy. I haves a little mystery for you today and it involves this…
Now, there’s three different versions of how that lamp gots there and I’ll let YOU be the judge of whose version is right.
My husband has been out of town on business this week, so every day I come home at lunch to let the dogs out. I enter the house through the garage and usually they’re there to greet me.
But not yesterday. “Hmmmm, that’s strange,” I thought. Then I saw the scene above.
My mind raced. The cats? No, they’re kept in a separate room from the dogs when we’re not home. Had someone broken in? Quickly, I looked to my left. Okay, that’s good. The tv’s still there. I stood still for a moment and then whistled for the dogs. A second passed. Then two. And finally I heard the welcoming stampede of Mayzie and Ranger rushing down the stairs.
They each greeted me as if nothing was amiss and I let them outside while I inspected the living room. Everything was in its place except for the lamp and candle warmer, which normally sit on a table near the window, like so…
Whatever had taken place had caused the lamp and the candle warmer to come off the table, become unplugged, then travel across the floor and down the stairs into our den.
I paused a moment, completely perplexed. And then it hit me. Opening the front door, this is what I found.
Ah ha! Mystery solved! Ranger HATES the UPS man with a vengeance and my guess is that when he delivered those packages, Ranger stood at the window barking his head off. While there, he somehow got his legs tangled in the cord and pulled everything off the table. He then panicked, trying to get away by running into the den with the lamp and candle warmer trailing behind him. And somehow during this melee, nothing was broken, if you can believe it.
My first thought was, “Well, maybe this’ll teach him a lesson.” My second thought was, “Who am I kidding? He’s a terrier.”
BRUDDER RANGER’S VERSION
While I commend my mother for this charming fairy tale, it is simply that…a fabrication. I should know. I was there. Allow me to relay the REAL story to you.
At approximately 11:32 a.m., I was enjoying my mid-morning siesta when I heard a truck approach. Alarmed, I sat up and watched as a man, dressed all in brown, crept toward our house. His eyes darted back and forth and I could see nervous perspiration gathering upon his brow. Silently, he made his way up the front stairs of our house and I noticed he had boxes in his arms. No doubt these were a means to carry away our valuables once he broke in.
Quickly and with no thought for my own safety, I leapt into “Protect the House at All Costs” rat terrier mode! I raced to the window and began barking a warning to let him know that I was on to him. But he kept coming. I barked louder and more ferociously. Before I knew it, he was at the front door! What could I do? How could I save my home from this intruder?
Well, the next few moments are a blur but I vaguely remember leaping with some velocity at the lamp. My thought process was that the lamp would crash through the window, striking the would-be burglar in the head either rendering him unconscious or scaring him away. However, I must have hit it with greater force than I expected because, rather than going through the window, it ricocheted off and sailed down the stairs into the den.
Fortunately, my point had been made and the intruder scurried away, looking furtively in each direction to ensure he had not been seen.
So while my mother was correct in assuming that I caused the lamp to become dislodged from its normal resting place, she was entirely wrong on the scenario which led up to it.
My version? It was The Ninjas!
So…what do YOU think really happened?