Finally, Luke decided his charge had had enough, but as he was separating Lemon and London, Zip, a 125-pound yellow Labrador belonging to Bill Greenfield, crashed through the hedgerow. Luke shouted “Yikes! This is a whole new dimension.”
London broke loose, jetted up to the deck and shot under the table. Lemon followed hard after him. Zip ambled up the stairs and was much more agile and able to maneuver amongst the crowd on the deck than I would have imagined. Susan had had all she could stand and announced her displeasure at her picnic turning into “dogfusion”.
I hustled Mr. Lemon into his refuge in the back of the Tahoe. Luke got London out of Sue’s sight and I sent Zip on his way home. Everything calmed down and the only problem remaining was that the frozen key lime pie seemed to stay frozen longer than the time allotted for it.
This was kind of a hoot and the exhausted camp openers had revived. They were very pleased that they were fed and did not have to start to mess up the house they had just cleaned.