After a morning of cleaning off the back porch, we had decided to fill in the small mud pit that was once the garden area with dirt and gravel and I had laid down on the couch for a break.  After a bit of a rest, I got up and since every animal in the house was fast asleep for their mid-day nap, it looked like as good a time as any for a shower.

I finish a nice relaxing warm shower (which my back was happy to receive after moving a couple dozen bags of dirt and rock around, scrubbing the back porch and swapping out the old area rug for a new area rug), walk out of the bedroom and something shiny catches my eye.  Upon getting my glasses and taking a now more focused look, I realize that I am looking at a large piece of broken glass.  Where the heck did that come from?  And more important, since it’s broken glass, where is the rest of it as I look down at my bare feet!

Am I bleeding now and my brain hasn’t figured it out yet?  A reasonable worry since once when I was a child, I had been running through the neighbors yard, felt like I had stepped on a rock but kept running after my friend on across the street and finally when we stopped, my friend’s eye’s went the size of saucers and yelled at me I was bleeding.  When I looked down, there was a huge puddle of blood and after an emergency drive to the hospital for a good 25 stitches to close up two huge lacerations, I was off my feet for over a week.

Nope, no blood, whew!  But wait, as I look around, over there across the room, there is another piece.  Wait, over on the other side of the living room, there’s another piece!  What the heck has happened here?  I grab my shoes and now start a search in earnest to see where all the glass is located and to see if anybody else is bleeding as there is just no way all this glass got all over the house without someone cutting themselves.

There was a piece by the laundry room.  Here are two pieces by the ottoman.  Here is a big piece by the coffee table.  Another big piece by the back door.  Two more smaller pieces behind the couch.

I finally get over to the kitchen and find the actual red zone.  It appears that somehow a glass has been knocked off of the front counter and broken.  But how could that have happened?  And how the heck did it get from there to ALL around the living room?  It was about this time that I got the answer to the first question.  As I was bending over to pick up some of the glass, Widget jumped from the breakfast table over to the counter and once landing, dang near slide off of the counter.  Ahhh, Widget must have slid into the glass (reminder to self, do NOT put glass in the Widget landing zone).  But how did it get from there to all over?

Again, as I am starting to pick up the glass in the kitchen, Fargo walks over to me, gives me a "thanks for getting all of this rounded up for me" look, picks up one of the bigger pieces and trots off toward the living room.  Of course about that time one half of my mind thinks "Fargo, you’re about to cut your tongue off!"  But luckily the other half of my brain tells me not to yell but to sternly give him the drop it command.  Lo and behold, all those weekends at training class just paid off! Fargo actually stops and drops the piece of glass!  I didn’t know what to do next!  Pick up the glass, give Fargo a big hug for actually obeying a command or check him for cuts.

I quickly decided to pick up the glass, then gave him a big ol petting while quickly doing a quick check for blood. Everything appeared to be ok and now the mystery was solved.  But of course now it was back to vacuuming the whole house again to pick up any missed pieces of glass.  So much for that relaxing shower.