Getting started

OK well as I said I knew I would not be able to keep it up!! But still and all it gives a chance to tell stories and really they are all true !!
So today I want to tell a funny story. Well it might not have turned out that way but I am sorry to say that I roared with laughter all through it somehow knowing that God would be protecting all of us.
A few years ago my mother in law and Ron's sister and brother in law were here visiting in Zihuatanejo. In honour of the event we planned a trip to Patzcuaro and Morelia and a trip to see the butterflies. Our co-workers Jacob and Raquel travelled with us, in fact supplying one of Jacob's many (over the years) cars.The trip to Tzintzunsan (where Jacob's sister was loaning a villa for a night) was virtually uneventful but now the fun began.
We arrived at the gate which was opened by the maintenance man. Just inside the gate was a vicious rottweiler named Tyson who was in his heavy chain fenced kennel giving us a serious eye. Even Jacob who had known Tyson since he was very little did not get out of his car until he knew that Tyson was well in hand.Tyson spent alot of his day in his kennel but was released at night to prowl the 2 acre grounds for intruders
We proceeded to the main house where all the Cavenaghs were going to sleep while Jacob and Raquel stayed at the gate house. We divided up into the rooms upstairs. ..Chrissie sleeping in one of two twin beds in a room with Grandma C. who was around 80 at the time of this event. Sheila and Brian in one large room and Ron and I in the other. Ron went downstairs to deal with the front door which was not closing as it should. He decided to place a number of heavy shoes against it to hold it closed. We were all settling in when we heard grandma say calmly.."Ron..the dog is on the bed with me...he's nuzzling me"!! Then Chrissie joined in the chorus calling for her dad to rescue them. Tyson who was mostly blind had forced the front door open and come up to where he knew the boys slept when they came for weekends. Grandma obviously was sufficient for him!!
The whole thing was so ludicrous that I started to laugh..I really could not stop..from behind a mostly closed door of course! Sheila had heard the tapping on the floor as the dog climbed up the stairs and had thought to herself that Ron really should cut his toenails!! ~Meanwhile Brian was in the bathroom doing his nightly ablutions when all this was unfolding. By the time he got out Tyson had switched his allegiance to Sheila who was in the bed calling for help. In comes valiant Brian who now has Tyson between himself and his wife. As Brian quietly called "Here doggie" Tyson growled his warning..don't get close! Sorry but I was close to peeing my pants in uncontrollable laughter over this series of events.
We tried calling J and R by cell at the gate house but they did not respond ..we tried shouting to the gate keeper but he was too far away..Ron finally crept down stairs praying the dog would not follow and walked to the gate house to get help. When the fellow came he brought an industrial sized chain to take the dog away and the dog ,though not pleased about it, did leave without having hurt anyone but the giggles could be heard for some time afterwards ...mostly from me..the person who was in the safest position of any of us..I must be some kind of sadist.
The rest of the trip proceeded without incident and apart from the break down of Jacob's vehicle, which God provided for in a miraculous, way the trip was well worth while!!