Creepy cable guy

Kris walked into the house today and asked me if I noticed the guy on the pole. "What?" I asked. "What guy on what pole?" The one on the telephone pole in the back yard.

"What good are you, dogs?" I asked Annie and Bella. "Alert! Alert me!"

One of them might have lifted her head to look at me, before putting her head back down to fall back asleep.

Turns out, the cable guy was up on the telephone pole that stands on the back corner of our lot. The telephone and cable guys used to use our yard for their entrance, before we had dogs and before we fenced off the garden. They now climb over our back neighbor's illegally added shed structure, using its roof as a launching pad.

The cable had gone out along the block, starting next door from our house. We were the last house on the block to actually have cable still working. Everyone else along the block was out of luck.

I think this may be another in the long string of "Hey, satellite might just be the way to go for television" thoughts I've been having. Of course, with the writer's strike coming up, I just may be completely done with television.

Pile of 74 books sitting unread on my bookcase? Here I come!

P.S. The dogs never did figure out there was an intruder on the pole outside. So much for the "highest rating for watchdog" this breed has.