Hubby and the Cable Gal

Above is my favorite Lizard Dude Leonard, he lives with his wife, Lizzie on our fence. His cousin Leon and his children are featured in past posts. If you want to meet them go to labels on the side bar and click on Lizards.
I want to share a story about my favorite human dude, Hubby Bob. 

Thursday AM, Bob is on one computer and Me on the other. Well, not ON but On Line, sitting in a chair, make that 2 chairs, but I digress.

TAP! TAP! TAP! on the front door, which is the signal for all you know what to break loose in Canine Speak.

A knock on the door and the ferocious sound at the front window sounds like the hounds of the Baskervilles are coming out through the window. The window glass shakes with the sound. there are scratching sounds at the door.

Peeking out, to see who dared knock on the door, I saw a small, timid lady, huddled with a bag on her shoulder peering fearfully at the windows, afraid to walk in front of them to get back to her car. I looked at the car and saw Bright-house on the side panel, which means the lady must be a Cable Guy Gal

Since it is easier to contain the dogs, Bob goes out into the garage and pushes the magic button and as it slides up, she can see his feet and he can see hers, she has managed to walk to the front of her car, because I muzzled the noise.

Door goes up, and her eyes get really wide, she gingerly hands Bob her card and a brochure and says if you need any help, call that number and I will come and answer questions or assist. She races to her car and blasts out of the drive way like the hounds are after her.

You may wonder why the sight of a sweet guy like the one above appearing in a dark garage would scare the woman away.... Well! I mean he LOOKS like Santa in the wrong suit.
You see, he had been working in the garage in his Garage Clothes.... he is dressed in shorts full of stains and holes that are hanging almost off his you know what, because he lost 28 pounds and refuses to use good ones that fit. His shirt is a home made "wife beater" which he made himself by cutting the arms out and the neck out of an old white t-shirt. the shirt is full of holes from the propellers of his airplanes getting to close and holes from acid dripping on it. 

Now picture those clothes on above man and put some sweat and dirt in the white hair and stand it all on end... Are you picking up what I am putting down????

Bob comes in laughing his head off, and I said What happened? what did she want? He said I wish you could have seen her face when the door rolled to the top.... she looked so frightened she could hardly speak, like she thought I might drag her inside with the dogs, you have got to blog this one. So I Did

 Above photo was taken with my old Rebel and you can tell it was doing it's white out thing, the clarity with the first two is from the new Rebel. quite a bit of difference. I took all of them with the telephoto lens, since he gets a little skittish if I get 3 feet away, 5 feet is good.
Leonard A.K.A  Surfer Dude, to see more of my sweet guy and his lady, look at my labels for lizards.