September 8th 2012 11:50 am
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We are back in California now and boy do I have a lot to tell you so get comfortable and let me get started.
We left California early on August 18th with momma driving her Cruiser for more than ten hours to get to New Mexico. Coco and I had to share one travel crate because momma had loaded down her car with packed boxes and pictures that she didn’t want to have daddy take because they were breakable and she wanted to make sure everything made it in one piece. Initially momma placed our travel crate in the front passenger seat until she discovered that it blocked the side view mirror, and then we were moved to the back seat among all of the stuff that she was hauling to New Mexico with us. It wasn’t a very good travel spot because we couldn’t see anything but it would prove to be rewarding when we came across sever lighting and thunder storms while on the road.
We were in the car for many hours but once we arrived in Arizona that’s where all the bad weather started. There was thunder, lighting and torrential rains unlike anything we have ever seen before (not that Coco and I could see them anyways, but we sure could hear them).
Momma said we were on the road for over 10 hours and although we did stop briefly for food and potty breaks, it was really nice once we arrived at our destination and daddy was there waiting for us.
Coco and I got to roam around freely so we sniffed and marked everything we could find until it started raining and we were told to go into the garage/workroom where daddy had set up a new Queen sized bed for the humans and us to share during our visit there. The bed sure was small for the four of us so momma made sure daddy is content with it because HE is the one who is going to be getting that bedroom set and momma and us will be inheriting the California King bed that daddy sleeps on in our current big bedroom – BOL, BOL. Daddy tried to convince momma that even the Queen bed is bigger than the daybed that momma currently sleeps on but momma was not going to be swayed and told daddy that WE are taking the King bed so he better get used to sleeping in a smaller bed – BOL, BOL. Anyhow, I can’t wait to have our BIG bed in our new bedroom in New Mexico. It’s going to be faced towards the French Doors that are in there but unfortunately the view is the Garage/workshop but that’s okay because the outside area will be enclosed with the tall block enclosure which will hopefully keep me and Coco safe from wild animals when momma throws us outside to do our business in the middle of the night. When the earth graders were leveling the site for the house they unearthed several large rocks and momma had them move one of them across from our French doors in the bedroom. Momma says this rock is a perfect size for humans to sit on so she wanted it in our enclosed area (pictures will be posted of Coco and me on the rock after momma down loads all of the pictures).
We did have some entertainment with some of the “helpers” that daddy hired. One day daddy and momma went to Gallup and bought three pallets of concrete which were loaded into daddy’s enclosed hauling trailer. The trip back to our property caused the load to shift and when daddy and his helper went to unload everything, they couldn’t open the door to the trailer to get anything out because the concrete bags were now resting against the only door on the trailer thus preventing the door latch from moving. The humans decided to remove the two wheels on the trailer hoping it would then shift the load back away from the door latch, and that trick worked, but the helper was straddling the trailer hitch and when the concrete shifted away from the door (each bag weighed 80 pounds), the sudden weight change made the whole trailer like a catapult and threw daddy’s helper up in the air and he landed back down on the hitch like a cowboy jumping on a horses saddle – OUCH!!!! He walked around holding his privates saying some very naughty words, but was okay although I suspected he had some nasty bruises on his privates – BOL, BOL.
On another day, daddy had been arguing with a home improvement store in Gallup because he had ordered an expensive bathtub and shower pan needed for the new Master bathroom in New Mexico, and it was supposed to be delivered THE NEXT DAY, but here it was 10 days later and still no bathroom stuff. When he called the home improvement store they gave him a run around and then told him the order was sub-contracted to a secondary delivery source which informed them that everything had already been delivered, which since we did not have the items could not have been true. Anyhow, after going back and forth with them, they conceded that the items had NOT been delivered but would be so the next day.
When the delivery guy showed up the next day all he had was the shower pan but no tub. Do I need to tell you how angry daddy was? Everything was needed so the plumber could do the instillations so we could have the plumbing inspected. Anyhow, the home improvement store had marked the delivery NO SIGNATURE REQUIRED because we were scheduled not to be there and they were making an exception for delivery since the order was not on time. The delivery guy handed daddy the shower pan and then asked daddy to sign stating everything was delivered and daddy refused. The poor delivery guy grabbed the shower pan and tried to wrestle it away from daddy and that’s where I came into the struggle. I saw this strange guy arguing with daddy and I immediately went into my CUJO mode and went after the delivery guy – Yup, ole Puffy came to daddy’s rescue and tried to bite the delivery guy – BOL, BOL. So now we had two adult humans struggling for ownership of the shower pan and one crazed Maltese showing his devotion for his daddy by trying to sink his teeth into the person who is causing his daddy anger. The delivery guy let go of the shower pan and hurried back into his delivery truck and drove away – BOL, BOL. I pranced around like I had won the best of show at a major dog event but poor daddy was quite upset and immediately got back on the phone and called the home improvement store, which by this time was quite tired of the whole thing, and complained some more. This time the home improvement store called the secondary delivery source and complained and was told that the driver HAD the tub on his truck and they would make sure he turned around and delivered it. Turned out the tub was not on his truck but was still at the secondary delivery site as they had forgotten to load it onto the truck. By this time the owner of the secondary delivery site got involved and said that he would personally load the tub onto his private truck and deliver it out to daddy that night. I should tell you that the secondary delivery site was in Albuquerque, which is about 2 hours, one way, from where we are located, so the humans ate dinner and daddy sat outside waiting for the owner of the company to arrive with our tub. He finally arrived in a HUGE delivery truck right before the sun was gone and never said a word about anything except for when he asked how to find his way back to the main road – BOL. The four hour drive in the huge delivery truck with only one tub must have cost the company a pretty penny!
So, now the plumber had everything needed to get his plumbing completed for the inspection that was scheduled for the day after, but I’ll let Coco tell you all about the inspections – okay?
You're one brave pup Puff. I am so proud of you.
OMD! You's a good dog defending your daddy!
That will teach the delivery man to mess with a maltese!
WOW! What an adventure your family has been having! Good job defending your Daddy!!
good job with your Daddy
What a fiasco Puff - you did good job telling that guy what for!!