It was 7:00pm and I was enjoying the beautiful spring night in my backyard. I had a golden retriever laying on each side of me and the pig grazing in the lawn. There was a pair of swans swimming by on our pond and a flock of geese flying overhead. It was a Norman Rockwell dream..... (except the pig) In the distance I heard the faint firing of a hot air balloon and as the sound grew closer I called inside to Travis and Madeline. All of a sudden a rainbowed colored hot air balloon barely grazed over the top of our house. I only had a few seconds to enjoy the beautiful site before all hell broke lose...
Both dogs started barking uncontrollably and running in circles. Tucker literally ran right into the pig and jerked his leash out of my hand. The pig took off squealing as if a farmer was getting ready to serve him for dinner. Madeline came running out of the house wearing her princess crown, carrying her magic wand, and earing one sock. Travis picked up Madeline and I chased down Wilbur. I found him huddling in a bush and caught site of Tuckers tail as he disappeared over the hill in our backyard. The whole commotion took a total of 2 minutes but during that time things like "catch that pig" and "why does the child only have one sock" were yelled.
From what I understand it is extremely quiet in hot air balloons so the best part is our whole Hillbilly hoe-down was probably overheard by the passengers in the hot air balloon. About 5 minutes later Tucker reappeared and spent the next 10 minutes puking up his dinner on the back patio. Apparently he was so scared he lost his lunch....literally. At that point the hot air balloon was long gone, and Travis disappeared into the house. His parting words "have the pig clean up Tuckers puke."
Gross....
