How Do You Spell Stupid?

Many years ago, I took a dog house from my rental property and a series of big dogs have live in it.  Over that time I have patched holes in the wall, put a new roof on it and kept it full of straw.  When Taco was dispatched a while back, I decided that having the dog house out there in view of the dinning room was just no longer necessary.  This is where the events turn stupid.

Last year, I finally talked Barb into letting me get a tractor to do work on the place.  I still have an 8 HP Case yard tractor that is great for towing the mower and hauling the small trailer.   The trees by the dog pen made the big tractor just not right so I tried to hook up the small tractor and haul the dog house out.  That was really a bad decision on my part.  I hooked the tractor up to some islets on the side of the dog house and using the hydraulics lifted the front side of the house and tried to pull it forward.  Somehow the house hooked on a tree root and the tractor literally flipped over with me between it and the dog house. To make it all worse, Barbara was watching out of the window and she saw the accident.

As the forward momentum of the tractor stopped, the front end reared up like the scene of Silver from the Lone Ranger.  I tried my best to shut off the hydraulics but not quick enough.  It just kept moving up and it squished me between the tractor and the house. Somehow I managed to only get slightly squished and as Barbara rushed out  I crawled out of the small space between the dog house and the tractor doing its best to rear up.  

Sometime this week I will use the big tractor and move that darned dog house.  Thank god for Naproxin Sodium.

MUD