Apparently, fate thinks I love to rake the leaves.

As posted below, Tony and I spent last weekend raking the leaves in our front lawn. This weekend, I climbed on the roof and cleaned out the gutters, along with raking a portion of the backyard. T and I put all of the leaves raked and the gutter crap into a couple of 50 gallon leaf bags and left them sitting on the deck with the intention of taking them out to the curb later. We forgot.

This afternoon when I went home at lunch to feed the dogs, I walked outside to see this.


Yes, Hudson must have had a wonderful time as he tore the bags open and emptied them all over the yard. The moment I saw the bags, Hudson took off running and hid under the pine tree in the backyard, his own personal Fortress of Solitude. I yelled across the yard "Hudson, did you do this?" and he barked back. "We don't tear things up, Hudson!" I shouted, and again he barked back. After a few more exchanges, I gave up and started raking again.