Christmas is a Special Time..... It's time for Revenge.
Christmas is a Special Time..... It's time for Revenge.
*** those trying to call me? Lost my phone. Not gonna replace until after the xmas madness. if you don't have the house number your shit out of luck.***
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What a beautiful time.
Christmas to me, is the time to reach out the hand of friendship, make it into a fist, and smash whatever has been bothering you right across the chops.... when they aren't looking. Then a couple of kicks to the head, while there down, and you feel just great.
What? Stay here as long as I have, it's either you learn to fight like a local, or die. And even if you get the first falsecrack in... your still gonna die. But you go to your death, knowing that little gesture made NO difference in the least.... except to you. Call it death with dignity.
Anyway, Christmas is the perfect excuse to spend way too much money on something. Since it was a good year, I couldn't use that excuse. But the question was what to buy.
Then the dogs went and escaped AGAIN!
Story Time.....
I used to have a pile of dogs. None that I picked, All except a Dobe and a Heeler were... Let's just call 'em donations. Most were pig dogs that wouldn't hunt. So they all had some pit bull in the stew, aka terriers. When Terriers run into a fence, they look to sneak under. They also make a big mess, so all it takes to block the hole is a big rock.... which we got plenty of, thank you very much.
Couple of years ago.... new dogs. Also hunting dogs, but I picked them. More hound than terrier. Think hunting dogs, bird dogs, pig dogs.... all rolled up into one, or in this case two bitches. These dogs look at a fence, and over they go.
So I added a foot. Fail. Another foot. Fail. Put bamboo stakes at 4 inch intervals around the entire place. Glorious fail. But I'm sure rocking that North Vietnameese POW camp look. Neighbors commented about that. That and the dogs crusing thru the neighborhood, with either wifey of myself chasing them at any and all hours of the day. Not good.
I hate to admit it, but it got personal. For both the dogs and the people. They'd jump, I'd build higher, they'd laugh and do it again, same place. Eventualy, into the kennel they went. Fixed the problem, but the very reason I have the damn things is NOT to sit in a kennel getting fat. I want them in the yard, tearing up my garden, shitting where only I can find it at 6AM!
Yes, they were kicking my ass.
I need to fix their wagon.... fix it good...
News flash... It's still personal.
Say hello to victory! If I told you the exact manufacter I'd be busting some TOUs Let's just say it begins with a G and ends with an N. The latest, best, GPS collar, WITH, hell, they call it correction, I call it shock the living crap out of the mutts from 9 miles away. Hell, I can be fishing, lose a big one, and instead of throwing poles, just deliver an Electric Kick.... for old times sake.
This is for the time you had me out at 4 AM in the rain...ZAP!
Poor mutts. Wars over, you lost, I have the bomb....
Follow and obey. Has a nice ring to it.
Merry Christmas
Christmas is a Special Time..... It's time for Revenge.
*** those trying to call me? Lost my phone. Not gonna replace until after the xmas madness. if you don't have the house number your shit out of luck.***
back to our regularly scheduled post
What a beautiful time.
Christmas to me, is the time to reach out the hand of friendship, make it into a fist, and smash whatever has been bothering you right across the chops.... when they aren't looking. Then a couple of kicks to the head, while there down, and you feel just great.
What? Stay here as long as I have, it's either you learn to fight like a local, or die. And even if you get the first falsecrack in... your still gonna die. But you go to your death, knowing that little gesture made NO difference in the least.... except to you. Call it death with dignity.
Anyway, Christmas is the perfect excuse to spend way too much money on something. Since it was a good year, I couldn't use that excuse. But the question was what to buy.
Then the dogs went and escaped AGAIN!
Story Time.....
I used to have a pile of dogs. None that I picked, All except a Dobe and a Heeler were... Let's just call 'em donations. Most were pig dogs that wouldn't hunt. So they all had some pit bull in the stew, aka terriers. When Terriers run into a fence, they look to sneak under. They also make a big mess, so all it takes to block the hole is a big rock.... which we got plenty of, thank you very much.
Couple of years ago.... new dogs. Also hunting dogs, but I picked them. More hound than terrier. Think hunting dogs, bird dogs, pig dogs.... all rolled up into one, or in this case two bitches. These dogs look at a fence, and over they go.
So I added a foot. Fail. Another foot. Fail. Put bamboo stakes at 4 inch intervals around the entire place. Glorious fail. But I'm sure rocking that North Vietnameese POW camp look. Neighbors commented about that. That and the dogs crusing thru the neighborhood, with either wifey of myself chasing them at any and all hours of the day. Not good.
I hate to admit it, but it got personal. For both the dogs and the people. They'd jump, I'd build higher, they'd laugh and do it again, same place. Eventualy, into the kennel they went. Fixed the problem, but the very reason I have the damn things is NOT to sit in a kennel getting fat. I want them in the yard, tearing up my garden, shitting where only I can find it at 6AM!
Yes, they were kicking my ass.
I need to fix their wagon.... fix it good...
News flash... It's still personal.
Say hello to victory! If I told you the exact manufacter I'd be busting some TOUs Let's just say it begins with a G and ends with an N. The latest, best, GPS collar, WITH, hell, they call it correction, I call it shock the living crap out of the mutts from 9 miles away. Hell, I can be fishing, lose a big one, and instead of throwing poles, just deliver an Electric Kick.... for old times sake.
This is for the time you had me out at 4 AM in the rain...ZAP!
Poor mutts. Wars over, you lost, I have the bomb....
Follow and obey. Has a nice ring to it.
Merry Christmas
Hope u had a merry christmas and all that jive. I hope your year was better than mine, as mines was a piece of shit excuse for failure. 
The absolute worst I can remember in all my years of existence. 
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