I haven't talked about Buddy and Frenchie Graham, the people I live with, yet. Allow me to talk a little about them.
In many ways, not nearly all, Buddy is much like me and Frenchie is much like Andrew. It is comforting to see and it makes me smile. Buddy and I...are just plain retarded most of the time. We're pretty much outwardly loud, obnoxious, goofy, and you never know what we might do next. Frenchie and Andrew are silently and perfectly guided, it seems. I don't know how to explain it. They have little or no need for flamboyance. It takes a lot to get an intense reaction out of them.
It would most likely be the day he died for you not to catch Buddy Graham with either a Brandy or glass of wine (often times over ice) any time after 5 PM.
The other night, the Grahams were dog-sitting their daughter's little dog. Buddy let Charlie, the dog, outside to do his business. After some time and Charlie having not come in, Buddy went to check on him and found him perched on the wrong side of the doggie door. Being convinced Charlie did not know how to use a doggy door, and being the nice man he is, Buddy, of course, decides to show him how to go through a dog door.
Up to this point, I had been in the kitchen when I hear Buddy grunting and saying something about the dog door. When I get to the back of the house, Buddy is precisely half in - half out of the dog door. And he definately still has his glass of red wine in his hand, scooting it across the tile as he wiggles through the door.
it was
HILARIOUS
I asked him how far he came through the dog door, assuming he just stuck his legs through in order to give the dog an idea. No, no. He definately came through the enitre door, head first.
So I'm cracking up and telling Frenchie what hes done, and Frenchie says, "Charlie knows how to go through the dog door. He did it several times today." Which just made it even funnier.
Sucka. Dog played a trick on you. haha.
That was last week. Then last night, Andrew was over and I said, "Buddy, can you come back here and show Andrew what you did the other night?" Totally not expecting him to do it. But he says, "Do I have to pour a glass of wine to do it?" And he was drinking Brandy, so I said that would suffice. So he actually came to the back of the house...and DID IT AGAIN. Andrew got a big kick out of it. hehe. And so did I...again. BUt this time, he pulled the rubber part apart from the frame and got stuck for a while. haha. it was covered in Awesome Sauce.
Later, after some beer and brandy, Andrew decided to take their 6- year-old Grandson's bike for a spin around the house. So he literally rode it around the entire inside of the main part of the house. Oh yes. And he insisted on putting the helmet on too, but complained that it kept falling off...probably because it was way too small for his head. hehe It was all very out of character for Andrew...so that made it even better.
Ahh. good times in the Graham home.