The day before Thanksgiving rain was threatening,and I had a 1 acre lawn carpeted with leaves as crispy as cornflakes.
So I fed the 16.5 horses and jumped in the saddle, and at warp speed pulverized them in an hour and seventeen minutes.
The lawn has now been fertilized for next year. Now it's time to do something worth my time and effort.I stuck my head in
the kitchen door and told the warden I was going to escape for a couple of hours. She said something lengthly but because
I didn't have my hearing aids in, it sounded like O.K. So I 'm otta here. Ga Bye.
I had been out swingin & swaying for about an hour, leaving a few scars on the grounf behind me. when the 250's eyes
read the underground eye chart that said 'quarter'. I got down and started to dig when I had a nudge on my backside.
I straightened up and turned halfway around and almost marked my laundry front and rear. I'm looking at this huge head
with pointed ears not 2 feet away.It took me a couple of seconds to ID this as a Great Dane. Splashed black and white,
no collar,in good shape,well taken care of and a long thin tail that drooped down then curled up. I offered the back of my
hand for the dog to smell, as an offer of friendship. The pup took a whiff and looked at me like.......doesn't smell any
different than the other place. The dog didn't backup,and the tail didn't wag. Not a good sign
I turned around and started to dig when the dog came around my right side and stood four feet away.I took out the pro-
pointer that has a piece of tape over the speaker to mute the sound,and stuck it in the hole. It started to chirp and vibrate.
The dog stepped up with its head down watching. Probably thought I was after some varmint and was going to be in on
the kill or capture. I pulled out the quarter and brushed it off and let the dog smell it.He looked at me, looked at the hole
for a couple of seconds, looked at the hole again,then looked at me like......."One flew over the cuckoos nest". All six feet
of me stood up with the 250 in tow. The dog now backed up,unsure of me and walked away.I had another "hit" and looked
around for the dog. He found a tree, lifted his leg and saluted it while looking at me. Thats not nice. The clouds were sad
about something and started to cry so time to go home.
When I got home I emptied my pitiful findings on the bench and was looking at them when my bride of 61 years walked in. I
told her about my encounter with the "Butt sniffer". She picked up the small yellow toy wrecker that was in mint condition
and said"Is it too late to trade this in on cash for klunkers?" Well, I gave her my best squinty eyed stare and said
"For some time now I had been seriously thinking of trading you in for two 42 year olds" She smiled and said "And what
would do with them?" Well,I just stood there with a slack jaw and my mouth open. Don't cha just hate it when they get the
last word in ?
Any one out there with a porcupine pelt with a belt attaches thats in fair condition, I might be interested.
Don't want to meet up with a pitbull with an IQ of 6
So I fed the 16.5 horses and jumped in the saddle, and at warp speed pulverized them in an hour and seventeen minutes.
The lawn has now been fertilized for next year. Now it's time to do something worth my time and effort.I stuck my head in
the kitchen door and told the warden I was going to escape for a couple of hours. She said something lengthly but because
I didn't have my hearing aids in, it sounded like O.K. So I 'm otta here. Ga Bye.
I had been out swingin & swaying for about an hour, leaving a few scars on the grounf behind me. when the 250's eyes
read the underground eye chart that said 'quarter'. I got down and started to dig when I had a nudge on my backside.
I straightened up and turned halfway around and almost marked my laundry front and rear. I'm looking at this huge head
with pointed ears not 2 feet away.It took me a couple of seconds to ID this as a Great Dane. Splashed black and white,
no collar,in good shape,well taken care of and a long thin tail that drooped down then curled up. I offered the back of my
hand for the dog to smell, as an offer of friendship. The pup took a whiff and looked at me like.......doesn't smell any
different than the other place. The dog didn't backup,and the tail didn't wag. Not a good sign
I turned around and started to dig when the dog came around my right side and stood four feet away.I took out the pro-
pointer that has a piece of tape over the speaker to mute the sound,and stuck it in the hole. It started to chirp and vibrate.
The dog stepped up with its head down watching. Probably thought I was after some varmint and was going to be in on
the kill or capture. I pulled out the quarter and brushed it off and let the dog smell it.He looked at me, looked at the hole
for a couple of seconds, looked at the hole again,then looked at me like......."One flew over the cuckoos nest". All six feet
of me stood up with the 250 in tow. The dog now backed up,unsure of me and walked away.I had another "hit" and looked
around for the dog. He found a tree, lifted his leg and saluted it while looking at me. Thats not nice. The clouds were sad
about something and started to cry so time to go home.
When I got home I emptied my pitiful findings on the bench and was looking at them when my bride of 61 years walked in. I
told her about my encounter with the "Butt sniffer". She picked up the small yellow toy wrecker that was in mint condition
and said"Is it too late to trade this in on cash for klunkers?" Well, I gave her my best squinty eyed stare and said
"For some time now I had been seriously thinking of trading you in for two 42 year olds" She smiled and said "And what
would do with them?" Well,I just stood there with a slack jaw and my mouth open. Don't cha just hate it when they get the
last word in ?
Any one out there with a porcupine pelt with a belt attaches thats in fair condition, I might be interested.
Don't want to meet up with a pitbull with an IQ of 6
