Two Fridays ago, we were driving home from J’s hockey practice, when we spotted 3 teens walking on the side of the road. It was dark out, so we only saw them at the last minute since they were wearing all dark clothing.
We were just beside them when they threw a two by four in front of the car! What the heck!!?? We just couldn’t believe it. We heard Thunk! as it hit the car. By the time we realized what was going on the culprits were gone. We stopped at a friends house to call the cops, for all the good it would do. But we did anyway.
We started on our way home again, when Dave said, “This is bugging me! I’m going back!” So he turned on a dime and we went back. Don’t ya think the buggers were there again!
So we went to the house we called the cops at and Dave dropped us off and picked up his friend.
They was gonna go idiot huntin’!
To make a long story short, they found them and Dave chased them down, first with the car, then by foot! He caught one of them, and brought him at the fire hall, since that’s where they were at the time and Dave has a key to it.
He called the cops from there and the kid squealed on his friends (honor among criminals eh?). The cops came and took a statement. The kid’s dad came and he was not a happy camper! Since they are all underage they have a curfew set on them by the cops. No damage was done to the car. In a way I wanted some damage to the car, because they were obligated to pay for it, if there had been some. I know that’s not very Christian of me, but I am so sick and tired of young punks getting away with everything, just because they’re underage. My motto is, “If you’re old enough to do the crime, you’re old enough to do the time.”
So putting that behind us, we thought our brush with the law was behind us. WRONG!
Last Saturday was an extremely busy day. I was working, Dave was at a craft sale till 4pm with my soap and spices (he sold 22 bars of soap btw, very good). J. had to be at the Sunday school concert practice at 1pm, then at a hockey game three hours away for 3pm, then he somehow had to go to my mom’s in the other direction 45 minutes away for 4pm to go to the Santa parade for 6pm. Then Dave and I had to be at a banquet for 6:30pm. So needless to say, it was busy and J. didn’t get to the hockey game. Only so many hours in a day and I don’t really want to cut my son in half, like Solomon wanted to do in the Bible.
Anyway … we all got home around 9pm and all fell into bed soon after. We were pooped.
Little did we know…..
What had transpired in……
our back yard!
Sunday we were still clueless until after we got home from church, and our neighbour came to see if we liked the new creature in our backyard.
We were like, huh?
Till we saw this……
Kids… this is what happens when you drink and drive!
I won’t go into details with it, since the police are involved, and it’s not over yet, but I will say one thing, this poor truck is in a swamp that has 80 feet of mud under it. It’s slowly sinking….it’s been raining, this is not helping matters. It’s been a week today and it’s still here. Technically it’s not on our land, but it visible from our land and people are coming to see it, and it’s causing congestion in the road. They stop to have a look, block our driveway, and we are at the bottom of a blind crest. Not good.
The police have been here so many times, you’d think someone died here. Geez! I just want it gone. It was funny at first, but it’s not anymore.
Anyway, I can’t leave a post without photos of goats, it’s been a while since I’ve posted some and new ones of Tundra.
She’s now in with the goats permanently. She even sleeps with them at night. I have my house back. Phew! She wasn’t happy in the house anyhow. She’s so happy outside all day and in the barn all night. Someone told us it’s cruel to keep a dog outside all the time and not bring it in the house. They said, “what’s the point of having it?”
Uh … well … to protect the animals it was bought for. It’s bred into to her to protect those goats. And she’s happy and does it well.
Well that’s about it for today.
Have a Blessed day.
Lisa
