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Labor Day

Ah, another holiday I get to work. Grumble, grumble, grumble. It’s the price you pay for having Sundays and Mondays off. If the holiday falls on Monday, then my actual holiday would be Saturday…which is when I always work. The floor is clean, ready for the disaster lurking about, waiting for Tuesday. My carriers are dribbling in, but I’ll still end up driving to the plant.

Argh, just dropped my pipe for the 400th time. It’s a Big Ben Presidential that looks like it’s been used as a hammer. The part where the stem fits into the shank actually came apart from the stem itself. Now I have this funky nub I have to pull off with pliers and re-attach to the stem to clean it. What I should do is send it in for repair, but I’d just drop it again. I may have an idea to setup a buffing wheel and polish the thing with carnuba. Er, except I also burnt the edge of the bowl. Guess I just still smoke it because I’m stubborn. Yeah, I know. Hard to believe.

Cleaned the inside of my car windows today. Blegh. Smokers crud all over the place. Although what’s interesting to me is that the crud is a lot lighter than what I used to find when I smoked cigarettes. Anyway, I probably have shmears all over the place. It was too bright for me to really be able to see if I got it all the way clean or not.

Oh, here’s a little story. We adopted a puppy we named Edgar. Edgar was fine with the other dogs, but absolutely terrified of my wife and me. My wife figures he was a puppy-mill puppy and really was kind of left to fend for himself, without a whole lot of human interaction. It took us a month or so but we finally got him to want to be scruffled and we started taking him for walks. He had a harness at first, and walking him was a hoot. It was like walking a kite. He’d run from side to side, around you, all over the place. It was kind of unsafe to be around him if you weren’t walking him, and it was often unsafe even if you were walking him.

We just got him started walking with a collar on, and it’s pretty embarrassing. He’ll walk, cough, and gag. There’s plenty of room in the collar, he just isn’t used to walking with it yet. So he’s making all these horrible sounds, but having a great time, and you have a feeling neighbors are staring at you, thinking your abusing your dog. Ack…hack…gag…grin. Horrible. Like a kid that starts screaming in the middle of the store, and the parent is trying to explain to anyone that will listen that he didn’t touch the kid.

Well, gotta go do collections and dispatch, because we have no other schmuck around to do it. -sigh- And now that I’m finally used to it, and have it down cold, our dispatch clerk is coming back Tuesday. S’okay, I’m not complaining.

Have a great weekend!

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Talking Keeshond Bear

Bear would make this hilarious talking sound, kind of roo-roo-roo. It took me forever, but I got a clip of it on video. Usually she’d go on for a full minute or so. Jordan, our Doberman, watches. 2004

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2004 Pack

I thought you might enjoy another one of our older videos. This was our pack in 2004. Bear is the bigger Keeshond, followed by Jordan, our king-size Doberman, followed by Sofie, our smaller Keeshond. This was taken during a visit to my mother-in-laws house up on Bainbridge Island. Bear was the sweetest dog you’d ever meet, Jordan was the big gentle goofball, and Sofie was insane about food. When we’d go to the beach, Jordan would love chasing the surf. Sofie would wander away, and Bear would go get her, telling her she’d get in trouble if she got too far away, or that’s what it seemed like she was doing. Anyway, enjoy the vid!

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Blueberry with Yogurt Cup

Monster Under The Covers

Libby, one of our cats, would get under the covers of our bed. Then we’d tell Bear, a Keeshond, there was a monster in the bed. She’d jump up and sniff at and paw at the “monster.” Jordan, our Doberman, makes a brief appearance. 2004

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