A family brought their little nasty terrier to the ball park today and it snapped at some little boy trying to pet it. It was some little nasty reddish brown cur, like a tiny husky.
Then we had a two hour wait until our next game so my wife wants to go , of all places, WALLMART! On the way out we walked right past a truck parked in the loading zone with a pit bull hanging out with its maul flapping around. If I had known we were going there, well, I would have said no, but I was amazed it didn't at least bark at us. Hell, my old shepard be spitting and snapping at anybody walk next to his car.
Then the other day some **** almost lost his lap dog out the car window on a sharp left turn. My friend has a Chihuahua, he has let his go.
Anyway:
Just waiting for this MT55 to come out of the shop to finish off a couple bigger jobs we stripped out and left the poles. Also a lot of trim work with my new stick saw which I have never had before. Stubborn I guess. Its been pretty decent hammering through a few good jobs. I am sure it will break soon, or rather, be broken. Most pole work is to delicate for the stick saw anyway. I am tired from kwanzans, neck bout broke.
AND:
I have been rolling across some stately estates, the kind the Vet would approve of, you know, the kind where you only ever deal with the hot older rich wife, the kind you just know that if you wanted, you could.