An opportunity has presented itself, I on that like stink on pond. The owner of ODIN says he needs a safe haven for a few days of Odin, whatever virus that’s been hurting/killing the dogs across the country, where they normally kennel Odin, 5 cases have been detected there. I told’em, so if I understand correctly, I’m plan B, never Plan A, that about right? ” ahh yeah”. Well, least I made your itinerary. This is really about the ratdog, thinking he’s got some form of PTSD. This is a good representation of him before:
a happy dog
Now he just mopes around, no toy interest, nothin besides whinning. still looking for her, ” dog, you gotta let her go man, gotta let her go”. If people say they don’t talk to thier animals, they are lairs of the lowest form.Never been in this situation before with animal, it’s an odd thing. Motor Mike, yeah, Motor Mike, rides a nice dresser, she met him at a rummage some years ago, been friends ever since. A foot note of sorts, she never had problems from anyone on the street, being an antique with a little dog, some have problems with crime and stupid shit, she never did, I suppose seeing 6 or 10 motorcycles in the drive was a great deterrent. anyways, Motor Mike offered to take ratdog after her passing, thanks man but he’s mine now. Called him up explained the situation, without hesitation, ” ohh hell yeah” Maybe getting away from me for few days he’ll be back to his normal, kinda like this
A minder for humankind, it’s that of year
Now about the ODIN!, his face with be looking as this if I try putting Christmas ears on him, first he’ll be like the Hell you say. then commence to eat them.
Odin likes the woods, what I won’t do is chase his down sounding like this
Just honk the truck horn, he’ll come running, he doesn’t like to left alone. His nickname is Big dummy 🙂
Odin don’t mind firearms,
a partridge in a pear tree eh, I got your partridge here!