Poor Bruce

Apparently we had some excitement at our house yesterday. Too bad we missed it.

I was just getting out of school when my dad called and told me that there was quite the crowd at our house. I was a little confused and asked why. He explained.

There are quite a few power lines in our back yard and numerous trees that have overgrown them. We have called the power company time and time again. They keep telling us that those trees are our responsibility. Well apparently all the wind yesterday caused the transformer or something to start sparking and started a grass fire in our backyard. Well the back yard is still weeds. Dry weeds. Now, black weeds. Someone saw it sparking and noticed that it started the grass on fire and went and sprayed it down with the hose. Thankgoodness. They called in the fire deparment to make sure that the fire was out and that everything was okay. I guess we had quite the crew of officers, fire dept, power company and of course The Reaper. Blah.

Poor Bruce was scared to death. It burned up to where his area of the yard starts. There aren't any weeds there so it stopped, but I am surprised the wind didn't spread it more. The wind was crazy. But Bruce hid behind the shed. Nobody knew he was even back there until dad showed up at the house and went to check to see if he was okay, then he came out. I went and petted him and tried to calm him down, but he was pacing back and forth. Everytime I tried to leave he would start crying and barking as if saying, "Please don't leave me, PLEASE!!" I felt so bad for him.

By the time that I got home everything was fine. The back yard was still smoking, but not buring!! They cleaned out some of the trees, but there are still a lot back there that are eventually going to cause problems.

That was our excitement for the year, and we missed it.