Oh, last weekend. It was a doozey. I woke up, let the dog out like any other morning and he just was barking up a storm. Fleury is not a barker, except to alert us to something, so that should have been my first clue that something was up. I put my glasses on and walked outside.
A pipe in our back yard had broken and as the sprinklers turned on, water was flooding the backyard. I shut off the water, of course, but to Fleury it was like the weekend gods had come down and blessed him with a pond of his very own in the back yard. He frolicked and ran and dug and blew bubbles for a good hour or so before he completely wore himself out.
But, all good (or inconvenient) things must come to and end. The pipe has been repaired and the lake dried up. Poor Fleury.