I went to the shed and grabbed a shovel, a tamper, a hoe, and some pruners. I pruned some of the vegetation out of the way, loosened up some of the compacted dirt with the hoe and shoveled it into the first grave with the shovel. I tamped it down as good as I could, then took my shovel, hoe, and pruners and moved on to the next grave. When that was filled, I went back to the first grave to retrieve my tamper and found a hound dog rapidly re-excavating his hole. I yelled, "HEY, GET OUT OF THERE," and grabbed the bad dog's collar and dragged him away.
I picked up my tamper, re-tamped the dirt in the first hole and returned to the second, where I found Ray re-excavating his grave.
With a serious case of deja vu, I yelled, "HEY, GET OUT OF THERE," grabbed the bad dog's collar and dragged him away. I tamped the dirt down and moved on to the third grave.
I kept a wary eye on Ray while working on the third grave. Until I forgot. The sound of dirt clods flying reminded me that there was a gravedigger on the loose. I grabbed his collar, led him to the kitchen and turned my helpful dog over to Gregg. "Could you close the dog door," I asked. I heard it thunk shut as I returned to finish my task.
Having just finished a short story by Stephen King this very morning, which started out with a husband dispatching his wife and then disposing of her body, I was a little concerned when I began reading your blog.......relieved to find out the graves you referred to were not for the purpose of concealing bodies..well at least I hope not. Helpful of Ray to want to assist you tho !ReplyDelete
I forgot to include the link to the blogs where I mention Ray's graves.ReplyDelete
Heres the original one:
Since I wrote that original blog, Ray has dug graves all along the foundation. They aren't connected, otherwise I'd consider his activity trenching. Every once in a while Ray will use one of his graves to stash a bone temporarily, but I think they have another use; I just don't know what it is.