Well, it did. Literally.
Sometime ago I mentioned having plumbing problems and - just to further piss me off - my dishwasher went on strike. The dishwasher was, at times, somewhat co-operative and I could actually do a few loads once in awhile. For the last two months, however, it finally gave up the ghost. We needed to order a part. Part of the problem was trying to discover exactly which part was needed. Dissasembly required. Been there, done that, the part arrived today. Hooray!! We were actually expecting it yesterday but it was delayed. So, my counter top and sink is full of dirty dishes which I didn't do in anticipation of the arrival of said part.
I have four dogs: two German Shepherds; two 'potcakes' (mixed breeds). If anyone know anything about dogs, 'shepherds' are bred for, well, herding. Now, keeping flocks of sheep, goats, cows, etc. will undoubtedly involve inclement weather. Shepherd dogs are bred for this purpose, right? They should be used to rain, sleet, snow, etc., right? Years ago, I had an Old English Sheepdog - not the brightest bulb of the herding group - but he was okey dokey with bad weather. It didn't phase him in the least. We've also had German Shepherds over the years with the same attitude. Snow, "oooh - it's nice and cool!"; rain, "I prefer the snow"; thunder storms, "oooh ...ahhh... fireworks!".
We have a defective Shepherd. Her name is Chase. For the purpose of this post, I will use one of her (many) nicknames, "Velcro".
Two out of the four dogs that adopted us are afraid of thunder storms. One would guess it would be the "potcakes". You would guess wrong.
A cold front started moving in earlier in the day and, along with it, thunder. As her name would imply, Velcro was stuck to my butt wherever I moved. I finally did escape to get the dishwasher part and by the time I returned the rain and thunder had subsided.
Re-assembly now required. I get started on installing the new part. After cursing and swearing a few hundred times - and one crantini break - I finally got the new panel to sit properly in the door. (Did I mention I have a short temper??) I get the major control part partially re-installed. Here comes the rain again and the thunder along with it. Velcro now decides that she wants to crawl into the dishwasher to hide because it's the closest place to me. This goes on for the next hour or so. The dishwasher is still incomplete.
I give up.
So, as I am writing this, the zoo has been fed, the rain and thunder have subsided and come Hell or my temper, I'm going back to the problem (hey, where did these extra screws come from?) to get my dishes washed tonight!
I'm so glad you're a fellow fixer. I would rather fix it than buy it new. I lovvveee to fix things. Sorry it's a pain in the ass. You'll get it.ReplyDelete
Madge: We are all "MacGyvers" down here - parts are few and far between so we deal with what we get. But - EUREKA! - it's fixed (I think - let's not jinx it just yet).ReplyDelete
I'm impressed with your handiness. And your patience. And your crantini.ReplyDelete
I tried this dishwaster fix thing twice in the last year. The first time, I gave up and hired a repairman. The second time, I bought a new dishwasher and had it installed. And I don't even have dogs.ReplyDelete
Nicky: Thank you! The handiness comes from the 'mother of invention' (in my case, my grandma), the patience from my dad (no patience whatsoever) and the crantini is like 'pop' down here, but I will definitely make you one - or many - if you ever visit, complete with a cherry 'olive'.ReplyDelete
BonyMike: It sounds like you should give up on trying to be any kind of repairman. Your best 'tool' is your pen. Hey, you gave it your best shot, even without the annoying intervention of household pets (unless, of course, you have guinea pigs - they think they're spies, ya know).ReplyDelete
And my dogs - definitely no help whatsoever in the maintenance department - they've all been fired. They are great for their entertainment value, though. I've signed them for another year.
YEEHAW! You rock, Lady MacGyver! May the appliance gods rain silently upon you.ReplyDelete
'Course it's the purebred that's neurotic. Those potcakes will never compete at Westchester but they've got the termperaments of angels. Usually.ReplyDelete
I'm going to be giggling all day whenever I look at the dishwasher imagining Velcro trying to get inside.
Reffie: Thanks! I finally fixed it and I did a load of dishes!! Now I've got to do the next load.ReplyDelete
Cheryl: When we first got Velcro, she wasn't afraid of thunder, but I think that a close hit scared the crap out of her. We get very close lightning strikes here sometimes - even I jumped out of my chair once!ReplyDelete
I'm just glad Elvis (our largest dog) didn't try to join her.
You can fix dishwashers? I have trouble loading them!ReplyDelete
Frank: I have trouble loading and unloading them, but it sure beats washing dishes by hand and - gah - the cutlery! (Did I ever mentionReplyDelete
that I'm a little clumsy with knives?)
I cannot fix things. That's partly because I don't understand directions. My son is exactly like me. His wife has to do all the household repairs. Alex isn't bad. (He's not great, but he did fix the dishwasher.)ReplyDelete
Harry, my potcake, is afraid of thunder, rain, wind, trees, and any kind of noise. He tries to climb on my lap and then curl around my head when those scary things occur. At 90 pounds, he's a tad large for a lap dog or a head warmer.
Michael's best tool is not his pen.
Linda: I never really use directions to fix things. The reason, for the most part, is that they are written by men who never follow directions in the first place.ReplyDelete
Ha, ha! Big dogs do not make for good lap dogs, that is for sure. I wasn't feeling well one day and was lying down. Then came a storm. Then came both Chase (Velcro) and Elvis trying to climb into my lap.
And about BonyMike's best tool? It's not his pen?
Double O- Micheal's best tool is his brain! What did you think I meant?ReplyDelete
Linda: I dunno - the lawnmower maybe??ReplyDelete
As a renter, when something breaks I get to call someone else to fix it. Ever think of hiring yourself out?ReplyDelete
Poor doggies. I hate thunder, too!
best wishes for your day.ReplyDelete
Jayne: I have so many things to fix around here I wouldn't have time to whore, oops, I mean hire myself out.ReplyDelete
Unless it's an electrical problem or where soldering is involved with plumbing, I pretty much try to fix things myself and save the cost - it's pricey here: They take advantage of us 'vite vimen'.
And the way things work down here (and if I was a renter), it'd take the landlord probably a month or so before sending someone over. You know, 'when they reach'.
Jingle: Thanks - and you too!ReplyDelete
Im laughing my butt off over here! We JUST had our dishwasher replaced! Im impressed with your handyman repair skills!ReplyDelete
meleah: Oh, sure. Laugh at my frustrations - no, really, g'head! I can take it. I've got thick skin, being Canadian and all.ReplyDelete
To be honest, it really wasn't that difficult - except where the dogs were concerned. And definitely cheaper than replacing the whole thing. Thanks, though!
Oh those extra screws! I think the makers of flat pack furniture, toys and anything the needs assembly put in a few extra screws just to mess with your head! - GReplyDelete
"Oooh, ahhh, fireworks" and "defective shepherd"...priceless!!!ReplyDelete
And btw, you won a prize over at Glitter Frog!
P.S. Bwahahaaa...my captcha was dogis! How appropriate!
GD: Strangely enough, I sometimes end up losing screws and usually when I don't have extras! Then I get really 'screwy'.ReplyDelete
vicki: I really think some dogs do like thunderstorms, I don't know why. Thanks.ReplyDelete
I WON! I WON! I WON! Um, what did I win?? No worries, I'll be right over.
Ha! "dogis" - very appropriate!
Well, I was going to ask how it all worked out, but seems like I'm a little...okay...a lot...late to the party and everything is copacetic now. Glad to hear.ReplyDelete
As for pets freaking out in thunderstorms, our cat hates even the sound of rain and bolts for our bedroom closet where he hides behind a plastic dresser on the floor there. He epitomizes the phrase "Scaredy cat."
UR: You reach when you reach - and I've got clean glasses if you care for a drink!ReplyDelete
I can see cats being afraid of thunder, but rain? Oy! I guess you've never given your cat a bath, then, and probably wouldn't want to.