Roger wanted to do a guest blog, but between the oppossing thumb issue and all of his words starting with R's we thought it best that I just do a recap for him. My very attractive boy bird dog with the feather boa plume of a tail got rolled by two vacationing hater beagles. Yes, beagles...of all dogs to get your ass kicked by...beagles. Of course my maternal instincts kicked in and I immediately wanted to break out all trailer park in the trailer park and go kick some Ohio beagle ass but fortunately I lost my steam before day light. Which is much the way with me...note to self there folks if you ever make me batshit crazy livid (an almost impossilbe feat minus rolling my dog) just get away from me and in almost no time it will loose it's legs (no need in worrying if I will chainsaw the pilons of your waterfront house Mr X). So outside of feeling bad because I raised a gay dog and that he took on my passive (aggressive) personality there are no scars to show. They didn't really hurt him...just pushed him around on the playground a little. I've been there, trust me, and I lived through it too. Doubt he'll be a big tail wagger around the little O mouth barkers anytime soon though.
In other news from the hood, my keen dog senses dog completly missed 2 deer that were in the field on his dog walk yesterday. They were still barely bambi spotted but tall and leggy and about 40 feet away from us. In his defense he's never been much of a hunter/gather type and he was tied up with handling his dog business so to speak. Poo...spin...sniff. They just stood and watched the spinning pooing dog...probably saving their deer jokes for after he walked away. Then one of the deer made dookey of his own. How many of you have seen a deer poo before...exactly...I rest my case of how cool I am. I can not speak for the oblivious dog.
I have a little list of blogs that I read, some a lot more than others, but none the less they are all saved in my favorites folder. That is, until today. I even purge my favorites. One went because she got all goddy on me...meh. And two more others went because they went from witty clever writers to doing nothing but posting baby pics. I get the idea of a journal that one day your kids will be able to look back at and understand where they came from...I honestly wish I had one...but damnit ya'll you don't have to get lost. Delete...Peace out...gotta go.
And finally...bad sniff. Last night after a particularly grueling almost 11 hour day in the trenches, I was standing in the kitchen at 11:30 having my delightful chef prepared meal of Ramen noodles, when I make an out loud statement that even I didn't see coming "Fuck...I stink". And then thought to myself...I don't even care. Yep, that's what it's come to.
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