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by Davren on 06 February 2009 - 19:02
Seriously, you need to write an autobiography; It would be on the best seller's list!!
You have had such a colorful life with so much adventure, but what's great is that you have a real talent for writing about your experiences. I am a fan of anything you write. You can even take a relatively boring topic and make it interesting.
Please write a book!!
by Kalibeck on 06 February 2009 - 19:02
Shelley- Carl has the vehicle of your dreams right here in our front yard.......& it's been sitting there for 6 years now! A Ford conversion van high top, BIG engine, LOTS of room, captains chairs....used to be our Pow-wow vehicle. Carl would hitch his big red trailer to the back-yes it has a high tow weight tow package- & take off to where ever his 'cuz' had booked him for the long week ends of summer. Our favorites were in the Catskills, but pulling the big trailer up Hunter Mountain we blew the engine....limped back home.....& it has been sitting ever since. Carl is in denial, he doesn't want to hear the mechanic say "new engine", so he hasn't taken it anywhere to be looked at. I don't know if it is rehab-able. It used to be very pretty, dark blue with gold trim, even a seat in back that folds down to a bed at the touch of a button...TV, stereo, all the toys. Now it is tarped, with a fine film of mildew covering the interior, & a very comfortable family of chipmunks enjoying their mobile mansion. Carl opens it up once in a while to throw a tool or some other hunk of whatever that he wants to keep, but I won't allow in the house into it. Ol' Blue would be the perfect dog vehicle...probably make an ambititious person a good project. Body is faded but no rust...I don't think anything but a minor ding here & there.......sigh.....those were the days, it was a very romantic ride! jackie harris
by 4pack on 06 February 2009 - 20:02
Now if crates came up out of the floor at the touch of a button, that might be Shelley's dream come true.
by ShelleyR on 06 February 2009 - 20:02
The bitch's daughter and her friends keep sneaking into my kennel to bring IT presents and feed the crap out of it with such delicacies as Pedigree (30 lbs in 12 days) ALPO, Pupperoni... and a nice fluffy dog bed. Yesterday they apparently played with it loose in the building for awhile, driving MY normally calm dogs NUTS in their runs. You should have seen the place when I went up after seeing them sneak off through my side yard. There was shit and piss from one end of that 22 x 50 building to the other, in the runs AND OUT. The kennel is now LOCKED.
This is what I found. You can't see in the pic that all that stuffing is mixed with diahrrea and piss and blood because the stupid thing tore its feet up bouncing off the kennel panels. Of course it won't let me touch its feet. Guess I know why it showed up here with its very own muzzle.
Grrrr
That's him, growling at me.
I just called the family. They came and took him home, thank God.
There's a reason that dog was in rescue.
by 3crzygsds on 06 February 2009 - 20:02
Maybe you can get your hubby to clean up that nasty mess :)
And 4pack it would be my dream come true if crates came in and out of the floors of cars and houses.
Nothing like dragging a crate out a car in work clothes to get a good angora look going in the morning!
And nothing like dragging crates out of the dining room to make room for people to sit at the table for holidays etc...
If they would just go up and down life would be easier....
Happy Friday!
c
by Kalibeck on 06 February 2009 - 20:02
Ah -hehehehe! Lounge lizard delight! Yeah, can't say it didn't serve that purpose-sort-of....we used to go to Pow-wows, Carl would dance, & his daughter & I would set up the Seminole Cafe...a portable restaurant serving fry bread, corn soup & bison burgers, bison-in-the-blanket, bison chili, lemonade, pop, & old fashioned percolated coffee. We could be ready for the inspectors to license in 3 hours flat----& have breakfast ready for the dancers 15 minutes later. We would work from 7am until 10:30-11pm, & then provide snacks & coffee for the tired dancers & vendors who would sit around the big fire, in the more private, sacred circle, & talk story until the wee hours, then tumble into the back of the van for an hour or two, get up at 6am & start all over again! Usually we were too tired to pimp anything other than coffee---but what a lot of good friends & memories we made! And sometimes nooky! And whether we were in the back of the van with a door open, or in our tent, ....the moon sailing above chased by clouds, the smell of the sweet wood smoke & sage, the drumming & the sound of extravagant dreams of the young or quiet talk between the grandfathers, & the drip of the dew on the tent flap as the morning sun turned it to steam.........damn! Those we good, stong times! I miss them....jackie harris
by ShelleyR on 06 February 2009 - 20:02
I don't even have a dining table anymore. No room for that AND crates, so the table had to go. We eat on the sofa or at the counter now, or over the sink. If there isn't enough dog hair in your dinner, I have a shaker-full on the counter so you can add it to suit your taste.
I am SO in avoidance. My husband took one look at that mess 30 min ago, snuck out through the basement and disappeared. He left his cell phone on the sink. I don't think it was an accident. Sure, I could find him. All I have to do is follow the trail of Old Milwaukee cans through the neighborhood.
No problem. That mess will still be there when he gets home. I put it off all day today. What's one more day?
With luck the ice will melt in the 40+ degree heat wave expected here this weekend so I can stop busting my butt on the ice and get back to training some of these wild animals.
by Baldursmom on 06 February 2009 - 20:02
by Mystere on 06 February 2009 - 20:02
by Kalibeck on 06 February 2009 - 21:02
Hey 4pack---the funniest, funkiest thing we ever slept on was an inflatable, fold out sofa bed....Carl set the tent up & wouldn't let me in to see his treasure until he had the thing all inflated & set up with pillows, sheets, etc, he ushered me into his 'love tent' with a grin like the cat that ate the canary, & you know what he wanted next!!!! Freakin' thing was uncomfortable as all get out, too....later that evening it popped, kinda unexpectedly.......
! jh
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