Well, Well, Well - Murder #2
Correct me if I’m wrong, but doesn’t two feet from your door seem like a bad place to put your well. You know what they say, “Location, location, location!” Apparently location was not considered at all in this case. Also, it seems like a bad idea to make the well cover a huge concrete structure at shin height.
One might be able to avoid it in the daytime, but in the dark it could be deadly.
“Honey, Bull Lee needs to go out.”
“Can’t you do it, Sharon? I’m half asleep in my chair.”
This comment by Norman did not go over well at all. “So you are napping while I am cleaning up the kitchen, after I cooked your dinner and did your laundry, and you can’t be bothered to take the dog out!”
“Okay, Sharon, hold it down. I’m putting his leash on now!” By this time, Bull Lee is dancing at the door.
When Norman opens the door, Bull Lee is off after a Fox in a flash. Norman is drug into the well casing at full speed. As he is flipping into the air ( not for the first time) he again questions his decision to locate the well near the door.
“Sharon, he yells, get the iodine and bandages.” Lying there looking up at the sky he starts to mentally count the scars on his shins. Yes, this is just as good as counting sheep!
“Oh, and Sharon while I try to get up, you’d better go after your pesky toy poodle!”
Well, Well, Well - Murder #2
Correct me if I’m wrong, but doesn’t two feet from your door seem like a bad place to put your well. You know what they say, “Location, location, location!” Apparently location was not considered at all in this case. Also, it seems like a bad idea to make the well cover a huge concrete structure at shin height.
One might be able to avoid it in the daytime, but in the dark it could be deadly.
“Honey, Bull Lee needs to go out.”
“Can’t you do it, Sharon? I’m half asleep in my chair.”
This comment by Norman did not go over well at all. “So you are napping while I am cleaning up the kitchen, after I cooked your dinner and did your laundry, and you can’t be bothered to take the dog out!”
“Okay, Sharon, hold it down. I’m putting his leash on now!” By this time, Bull Lee is dancing at the door.
When Norman opens the door, Bull Lee is off after a Fox in a flash. Norman is drug into the well casing at full speed. As he is flipping into the air ( not for the first time) he again questions his decision to locate the well near the door.
“Sharon, he yells, get the iodine and bandages.” Lying there looking up at the sky he starts to mentally count the scars on his shins. Yes, this is just as good as counting sheep!
“Oh, and Sharon while I try to get up, you’d better go after your pesky toy poodle!”