Shrub Trimmer 1 Remmington 0

Have you ever wanted to do something but your inner voice screams at you not too? I had one of those experiences this weekend. Even though we didn't really have the money, Friday night DeEtte and I talked about putting an exhaust on the G8 on Saturday. After sleeping on it Friday night and thinking about it Saturday morning we both decided that we had better pay off the wheels and tires and then go and get the exhaust. Sounds reasonable right? Wrong! Instead of going to get the exhaust put on like we had planed we instead decided that DeEtte would go out and trim the shrubs and I would take a nap. Sounded like a pretty good deal to me. So that's what we did. I layed down and DeEtte went out side with the dogs to trim the shrubs. I have to preface what happened next by telling you that Remmy hates most motorized tools especially vacuums and you guessed it, the shrub trimmer.
As I slept peacefully I was soon awoke by the sound of my wife screaming by my bedside to the top of her lungs yelling "wake up! We have a problem here!". As I rustled out of my slumber I yelled "what is it, what is it!". She then jammed Remmy into my face yelling "I cut off her nose, I cut off her nose!" Remmy vaguely resembled the Red Nosed Reindeer but with out the nose, blood was every where. "Take her to the Vet I yelled!" I have never seen that woman move so fast. Purse in one hand dog bleeding to death in the other. I was trying to get ready to go with her but she left me.
Long story short it took six stitches to sew the tip of Remmys nose back on and we renamed her "Coney Girl". The sad part is, we would have been money a head if we just would have went and put the exhaust on the car. Damn dogs!