After a full year of hunting badger's, protecting the porch from low flying birds, barking at the moon to keep it out of the yard. Wiki, Warrior Wonder Wiener is celebrating Labor Day in her own style.
As usually happens with me, your talk about meter readers stimulated a couple of trains of thought about events that happened long ago (funny events).
First train of thought: One of the guys who was in the police academy with me was, before he went into law enforcement, a meter reader for the city. He was assigned to a neighborhood full of people who were not the brightest bulbs in the pack (he fit right in, but was still smarter than they were). One day out on his route, he mentioned to one of the people there that, if you put a brick on your electric meter, it would read 10% lower than the actual usage (which, of course, is total nonsense). Sure enough, however, by the time he went through that area the next month, every meter had a brick on top of it. He said that he would have collected the bricks and made a patio, but he was laughing too hard.
The second thought train grew from that one. During the academy, we took hand to hand combat classes from a State Trooper, and they were tough. The meter reader, Bob (we called him Bubba), was big (about 320) and strong, but not overly bright. He was paired up for these classes with a much smaller guy named Rich, who was not long back from Vietnam, where he was in Marine Force Recon (the Marine Corps equivalent of the Army's Special Forces). We did a hold and throw, and Bubba overdid it and threw Rich right into a concrete block wall. Problem is that Rich got up. While he advanced on Bubba, the rest of us were watching to see what would happen next. The guy next to me noticed that Bubba seemed unconcerned and said, "That Bubba doesn't know the meaning of the word fear", to which I replied, "There's a lot of words that boy doesn't know the meaning of, but he's about to get the word pain defined for him". Sure enough, he did; and never again did he depend on size to protect himself.
Ahhhh, a dog's life.
Gunny, she is a sleek 13 1/2 pounds of fighting fury.
I think it was the last go round with the moon that wore her out.
She just finished brunch...LOL
Poor baby looks like she worked her tail off, arranging that Afghan in just the right pattern for comfort.
You don't mess with her Afghan TTGA...LOL
Wiki thanks you RW....Finally, someone recognized the work that she does, guarding the homestead.
Sweet pup there Kavika; and, looks like she's getting a nice nap in!
:~)
She is a professional napper Larry..
I want to come back in my next life as either your dog or my cat. He's really adogable!
That would be the mailman Raven, unless, of course, he brings her a doggie treat.
You should be so lucky Perrie....LOL...BTW Wiki is a she.
adogable....good one.
Wiki loves the mailman and the UPS guy. They bring both Wiki and Annie treats.
LOL, needs a bigger couch, ya think Mike..
Raven,
As usually happens with me, your talk about meter readers stimulated a couple of trains of thought about events that happened long ago (funny events).
First train of thought: One of the guys who was in the police academy with me was, before he went into law enforcement, a meter reader for the city. He was assigned to a neighborhood full of people who were not the brightest bulbs in the pack (he fit right in, but was still smarter than they were). One day out on his route, he mentioned to one of the people there that, if you put a brick on your electric meter, it would read 10% lower than the actual usage (which, of course, is total nonsense). Sure enough, however, by the time he went through that area the next month, every meter had a brick on top of it. He said that he would have collected the bricks and made a patio, but he was laughing too hard.
The second thought train grew from that one. During the academy, we took hand to hand combat classes from a State Trooper, and they were tough. The meter reader, Bob (we called him Bubba), was big (about 320) and strong, but not overly bright. He was paired up for these classes with a much smaller guy named Rich, who was not long back from Vietnam, where he was in Marine Force Recon (the Marine Corps equivalent of the Army's Special Forces). We did a hold and throw, and Bubba overdid it and threw Rich right into a concrete block wall. Problem is that Rich got up. While he advanced on Bubba, the rest of us were watching to see what would happen next. The guy next to me noticed that Bubba seemed unconcerned and said, "That Bubba doesn't know the meaning of the word fear", to which I replied, "There's a lot of words that boy doesn't know the meaning of, but he's about to get the word pain defined for him". Sure enough, he did; and never again did he depend on size to protect himself.
LOL, good stories TTGA.