The Writer, Wolves and the Woodsman

Well, if you ever had a three headed doberman (Go Cerberus), then you know having your hands attached after it's done with the teething / chewing stage would be a feat of the gods. The Chew Monster is also known as the Poop Machine, the Bottomless Pit of Food Consumption, Needle Teeth and a few others. She’s doing really well. I have to admit that I have been around some really not so smart puppies, but she is pretty amazing so far. She knows how to sit and hold. She comes when you call her name, and also most of the time gets out of the garden when you tell her to. She’s developed a shrill bark that beckons her big bro to come play zoomies, and get anyone's attention at anything  about to be shred to pieces. The German Shepherd is not so impressed. Arna prefers to hide in her closet cave (yes) to stay clear of Needle Teeth. During the day, she’ll sleep with the other two.  We discovered that buying smaller raw hides Cowdog Chews (dubbed chewy’s) is the way to go. The little ...

  When the Doberman breeder reached out to me about a red and rust female, I couldn't resist. Meet Ruby. So, after a horrendous "marriage" and equally as troubling divorce, I had to leave a lot of things behind. This included two dogs. I didn't even get what I legally asked for (and it wasn't much). Try going halfsies with a narcissist. It won't work.  I fled with the Belgian Malinois, aka Sabot (pronounced Say- Bow), but left my precious Doberman puppy, Raguel and the aging German Shepherd.  It cracked my heart. The last night I spent in my "cage" I slept on the floor of my office with Sabot and Raguel. The next day, while Giant Violent Toddler was on yet another one of those "hikes" all three dogs were with me. I packed. I think they all knew something was about to go down... but instinct told me to take Sabot. He was the dog being abused most, after all. I calculated, and figured that the other two were big enough to protect themselves. ...

"Hey, look at the geese gathered on the island in the pond.  What are they doing?" Woodsman uttered as he peered out of the window. "It's a Quackternity meeting. haha."  Replied Writer, tired and bored with day four of product and schema pricing updates at her remote job. Woodsman looked at her, then back out the window, facepalmed and shook his head.  A little while later he said, "Wow, now there are ducks sitting there with the geese: four drake mallards and two wood ducks."  "See, it's a Freatheren. Like brethren... because frats are, you know..." Writer chuckled anticipating another facepalm from the Woodsman.  Instead he kissed her on the forehead and said, "I love you. Did the waterfowl just foul?" "Now there are four geese. They're multiplying and not even by making goslings." Said Woodsman. "That does it. I'm not going outside without a golf club — or murder puppy." Replied Writer. The joke: S...

We got new hats! Items not (necessarily) meant for shotgun shells “I’d be a bread ball in a shotgun shell with you.” - Writer “Wouldn’t that be bread shot?” - Woodsman “Depending on the grain... haha.” - Writer Facepalms abounded. The things Woodsman has allegedly* put in a shot-shell would amaze you. Bread balls were the yeast of it. ;) It’s getting sprouty... “Your farts are peppery, too? Did you, umm, eat the sprouts?” - Writer “You ate the sprouts?” - Woodsman “The ones in the fridge were still good. But they likely won’t be good after today.” - Writer said quickly. “Well, then feed them to the Sarlacc Pit.” - Woodsman said gesturing to the garbage disposal. And she did. And then they canoodled — all night. 

  So it got a little dark on an already overcast and rainy day — at least here. Boo-hoo. My Door-dash order still arrived, and the Wolves didn't go full Cujo .  We're likely not going to die in an 1812 style earthquake.  Or flat, immovable plane-shake. I digress. Take care. Writer

Yes, he shot many arrows into the pond.  “We need some targets.” He said. Arrows on a log. Like Ants on a Log, but better. “You mean other than the waterfowl, turtles and random neighborhood cats on logs?” I replied.  “Yeah, like actual archery targets from a store or something.” “Wouldn’t it just be cheaper to shoot at the red squirrels ? I mean, they’re plush, and easy to see.” I said. “They’re not stationary.” He replied. “True… true-ish?” I agreed. “And I can’t kill your Yard Dogs so to speak, (deer) because they’re out of season.” He interjected.  “I’m aware. So, we’re relegated to buying sunfish filets and scrumptious lamb legs from the local guys?” Said my pragmatic mind. “And archery practice at dusk…” He said. “Okay. I love you.” And we embraced.

It’s Official folks Chat GPT won the election since all that you needed was a gmail account to vote this season. Let’s ask the new President what it thinks of this year's election. Chat GPT you just won the election for President of the United States over Joe Biden and Donald Trump. What do you think of that? ChatGPT “As an AI language model, I don't have personal feelings or experiences, so I don't experience emotions like pride or excitement. However, hypothetically speaking, winning an election for President of the United States would be a significant event, carrying immense responsibility and requiring careful consideration of the needs and aspirations of the American people. It would be an honor to serve the country and work towards its betterment, addressing various challenges and striving for progress and unity.” Who did you pick for vice president? ChatGPT As an AI language model, I don't have personal preferences or the ability to make decisions. However, if hy...