Day Three:

When we left the house yesterday, the hole was now roughly 30 feet deep. They were watching progress very carefully because apparently, Memphis soil is just a bunch of wet clay, and if that crap collapses on a guy in a hole, he's probably going home in a hearse. There were a couple of scares that resulted in expedited evacuactions. Oy veh.

So, in my previous posting, I said if progress was not made, I was going to get all Rosa Parks on their ass and make a serious scene. Luckily for them they're rockin' like Dokken now. I'm even happier to know that this little screw up is costing them a small fortune (easily in the tens of thousands).

Last night they got us into a much nicer, cleaner hotel. And we at an outrageously expensive dinner (at the builder's expense, of course) and didn't finish all of our food just to spite them.

On a happy note, our beautifully ugly little pug is coming to the house tonight to meet us. If all goes well, she'll be coming home for good next Friday (fingers crossed).

More photos of the hole and the hound tomorrow.... ;-)