Yesterday we went on a big expedition with a hydrologist named Doctor Lo. Hydrologist – a new one on me, still don’t know what it is. Lots of digging was involved. She had these little jars and scooped dirt from the bottom of all these dry washes, using little trowels. That’s not the way I dig, of course, even in front paws only mode and yesterday I had all four going full speed, dug some really deep holes. “Chet, for God’s sake, Dr. Lo’s trying to do some research here.” And I was helping, whatever research happened to be. At the end Dr. Lo said, “I’ll test all this in the lab, but it doesn’t look good for water anywhere near here.” What was that? I could smell water, very very near. I dug faster and faster, but we had to go home before I found it.

At the end, Bernie said, “Send me the bill.” Huh? We were paying for this? It wasn’t even a case? Oh, Bernie.


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2 Responses to “Water”

  1. Diane Brodson
    1:08 pm on March 10th, 2009

    With all those cash-flow problems, it’s too bad Bernie doesn’t realize he has a natural-born Bowser-Dowser…

  2. Rebecca Rice
    6:58 pm on March 11th, 2009

    Chet, what's your favorite place to drink from? Eddie (the cat you might not hate if you met him) likes to spread it out. He uses the toilet, the bathroom sink, or the the tub when the kids take baths. Often when they're in there, he falls in.

    Today my daughter cried, "Look! He's a plumber cat!" And sure enough, half of Eddie's body had disappeared into the toilet bowl.

    He likes water.

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