Thursday, August 6, 2015

Stealing the Spotlight

Yesterday was Tommy's birthday.  A whole 8 years old.  Did we get to celebrate?
Did he get a birthday bath?  Noooo.

Guess who stole his thunder?  Just guess.
The dude with spots.
Now he has two new spots to add to his collection.
Somebody was bitten by a venomous snake.  Idiot dog.  I didn't notice it right away...  The swelling around his knee clued me in yesterday that something was amiss, more than the regular knee sprain he occasionally gets.
This is why he has full coverage veterinary insurance, he gets into more trouble.  He must have been bit when we were out running together in the morning.  He's tethered to me 99% of the time... which is scary.  Probably scarier for the serpent who felt a herd of buffalo coming down the trail towards him, them being trampled by 6 feet.
Thankfully, the wound wasn't envenomed much-- thank goodness we were travelling fast, not any time to latch on!
Emergency mayday went out to his physiotherapist and his vet.  Tip of the hat to my amazing pit crew.  With the meds suggested, the swelling has gone down this morning.  We may both live!
For the next few day, this will be his post:
Cole has been benched.

Sunday, August 2, 2015

Only in Alabama

Saturday, the day was spent pressure washing for my boss.  I came home, with the pressure washer on my trailer... and that's all she wrote.  I couldn't stop, I couldn't help myself.  I pressure washed my roof (it was dingy), my house (forgive me Father, it had been 9 months since I last did it), my truck (underside was muddy), my car (innocent bystander), chainlink fence (algae on it), deck chairs (never use them, but might some day) and both chicken coops (hens can claim collateral damage). 

Sunday morning, I'm still pooped and my back hurts, so I'm web surfing and what do I find:  an Alabamian gem.  
Yes, only in Alabama can you have cremated remains encased in usable bullets.

I cannot make this up.  The website is priceless:

My ribs still hurt from laughing.  I told Cole about it.  He said sign me up Mom.  Cole -- a squirrels worst nightmare, even after death.
Hmmm, to be able to take Cole hunting even after he's gone.  Maybe these guys aren't that crazy...
Only in Alabama.