It is October and fall is in the air. Leaves of gold are peacefully drifting in the air and there is a distinct sharpness to the wind. So begins our tale.
We left with all confidence that we would winterize our trailer and then be merrily on our way to enjoy the rest of our Saturday. Right out of the shoot we, again, forgot the keys to the trailer and had to make a u-turn to fetch them after we were half way there. We should have seen at that point the returning home part was the only thing that would be the right thing to do and staying would have saved our sanity.
After a quick trip to Hayden to affirm what we knew about winterizing, we were on our way to get the job done. Second stop was WalMart because Ron the trailer guy was convinced their antifreeze was cheaper, which it was not. So on we went to Bob's Place where our trailer is wintering. When we arrived we were greeted by the resident "guard dog" Biscuit. Now with a name like Biscuit I envision a furry, dumpy little dog with big brown eyes. Biscuit is a red something with no manners and annoying as all get out. She jumps on you, gets in your face when you come near enough and generally is just a pest. I would not classify her a an "A 1" guard dog except for the fact she would drive them crazy and they would retreat from her pestering. Albert tied her up to keep her from under foot and she immediately chewed through the rope which I am sure she has had plenty of experience doing. Now I know why Bob had what looked liked a ships chain on her. She must have teethed on it and now has fangs of steel.
We retreated into the trailer to find the water heater. Albert had good luck finding the plug on it outside and getting it drained. I went on the hunt to find the pump and the inside part of the water heater. Mission partly accomplished as I did find the pump. The water heater however was somewhere in the vicinity of our kitchen window and kitchen cabinets. We had two access panels which needed a screw driver we didn't have of course. We commiserated over the fact we couldn't get the winterizing done that day.
We left the haven of the trailer to be greeted by Biscuit the hound of Bob's. Word commands and firmness had no affect on this bundle of energy who desperately had the need to continuously jump on you. I resorted to "stupid dog" and Albert's patience was growing weary just in general. He opened the security gate for us to leave and of course Biscuit saw an opportunity to go visit. I pulled out and Albert trotted off to find the wayward girl. He was successful and quickly got her behind bars and we were on our merry way.
Half way home, of course, we realized we needed to bring the batteries so we could charge them, so we turned around and headed back to Bob's and Biscuit the hound of Bob's. We were absolutely thrilled when we got there that Biscuit had disappeared. I think the neighbor across the street reported to him that we had let her escape and he probably had her in protective custody. We got the batteries and went merrily on our way again.
The next day we had taken the batteries to be charged and were prepared to conquer the trailer. Battery charging people call and say batteries are no good as they are dead. We have not used said batteries so we are perplexed as to how they could be dead and immediately call the trailer place which of course was not open. We decided to go to the trailer anyway and take the correct screw driver to find the elusive water heater. It is fortunate we took many different sizes maybe 30 different sizes. Did any of them fit NO. We finally resorted to using something that sort of worked, but we were in fear that the screw would get stripped. We got it open only to discover NOTHING. It wasn't where it should be. We went outside to be greeted by the Hound of Bob's place Biscuit. Oh joy. How a small dog can be in two places at one time is just eerie. It was like there was two of her. In your face, jumping and evil thoughts looming in our heads, Albert was just starting to use the safety chains on the front of the trailer when there was a whistle in the air to which she did respond. Now I know she responds to something. Thank you Bob. The search was on and the Little Trailer of Horrors won. We left with our tail between our legs again defeated and frustrated.
Our trial is not over sad to say. We still have to get the trailer winterized. Just a 5 - 10 minute job everyone says. Now I wonder if secretly they were laughing sinisterly as we walked away. The trailer won this round, but we are coming back with a new weapon called a Joe. It just thinks it is in control. Now who is laughing.
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