I dug out my old metal detector, had not tried it in the yard at this house. I figured since kids have lived here, there would be matchbox cars, coins, a guy can dream.
I only got in one dig before dinner, it was just an old Pepsi can. Called myself replacing the sod, it’s pretty raggedy anyway.
Nobody told me that the dog would go out there and discover that some digging had happened, and either to help or to investigate, did some additional digging. Of course he got all filthy and Teresa pitched a fit about that.
