Ponderosa, Part II

Picking up my mail out of our mailbox I notice a noise, a noise like running water. I think, "No one is home and the pets don't have thumbs - necessary if you're planning to turn on a faucet..." I look down at the freshly dug hole next to the house. "Funny," I thought, "I don't remember purchasing a decorative fountain...and if I did purchase one, what an odd place to put it!" The new pipe where it attaches to the house had become a mini version of Old Faithful. Wilson and I run inside and call Chris to tell him to get home as fast as he can. He tells me where the "thingy" is that turns the water off at the meter. I grab it, Wilson and I run out to the meter. We have two fountains - one at the house and one at the meter. Chris pulls up, jumps out of the car and turns the water off. He has our realtor on speed dial.

No telling how long the break has been going. And, of course, it hasn't rained in Fort Worth in days and days - until this afternoon, so our neighbor who saved us the other day wouldn't have noticed a wet sidewalk today. And it rained pretty good, so the puddle at the house could have been from the rain and the pipe could have broken just as I got the mail - but we all know better now, don't we?