Saturday, March 5, 2016

Do not despair

Some say she is still drinking to this day

Diesel made a friend

13 comments:

Meade said...

I like cattle dogs.

AllenS said...

At 10:30 this morning a car did a 360 on a slushy road just passed my driveway, went into the ditch, and went through my barb wire fence. My steel fence posts are 8 feet apart, and he managed to pass between two of them. The wire didn't give and removed quite a bit of paint, windshield wipers and some plastic stuff. It is the 4th time that a car has went through the fence in about the same spot since the mid-70s.

Meade said...

Sounds like it would be a bad road to let a cattle dog run loose on.

MamaM said...

"You come here to drop in attacks, not to be in any sort of real conversation with people." Ann Althouse 3/5/16, 2:42 PM on The Problem of Relabeling.

The deer with the broken rear leg that sticks straight out behind her was in the yard today, hopping around and eating what's left of the shrubs we didn't wrap. She didn't run when I opened the door to tell her there's plenty of food elsewhere and I'd prefer she'd find another place to meet her needs. Although she looked straight at me and appeared to be listening intently, there's a good chance no real conversation took place and she'll continue to forage as she pleases.

Lem the artificially intelligent said...

Was the driver ok AllenS?

AllenS said...

Yes, the driver and his two kids who were in their car seats are ok. He said that a truck was on the centerline when they met, and he had to move over and his tires hit the wet slush which caused him to spin out.

He moved in last year, and lives one mile north of me. He's from the cities and complained about how narrow and hilly the road is. Speed limit is 55 mph, but I told him that 45 mph is what speed I drive.

A dog is going to do what a dog is going to do, Meade. When I'm at work I have no idea what is going on at my place. Did you ever have to go to work? Only you could take a tragedy and make fun of it, but that's just you, isn't it? My dogs always had a purpose out here, and that was to make sure other animals kept their distance when I wasn't around.

Meade said...

Wasn't making fun, Allen. Thanks for walking back -- albeit in a halfassed dishonest way -- your calling me a liar for reminding you, after you once again made the tired joke about Obama eating bushmeat in Indonesia -- virtue signaling how much you care about dogs -- that you yourself let your own dog get hit on the road.

Dad Bones said...

It's a different world for farm dogs. The ones I've been familiar with ran free and they still stayed pretty close to home. Most of them lived to a ripe old age and died in their sleep in one of their favorite spots. Those were days when everybody knew their neighbors and usually knew the name of their neighbor's dog. In an increasingly urbanized world the practice of letting a dog run free is seen as neglect and it would be in a city.

I don't doubt that Allen loved his dog and I don't blame him for letting it run. The dog knew what its job was and most likely did it with a passion, like a soldier. The best you can do is honor it the way you would a young man or woman who died while serving in a war zone.

Meade said...

"The best you can do is honor it the way you would a young man or woman who died while serving in a war zone. "

To use your analogy, Dad Bones, a commanding officer sending a serviceman on an unnecessary, preventable suicide mission dishonors both the serviceman and himself. Pretending the opposite is insanity itself.

MamaM said...
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Meade said...

You'd make a good sheep dog, MamaM. Very watchful.

Question: what do you think of all of Troomper York's C-bombs?

MamaM said...

I believe in the collective power contained and revealed in the following applications of C-words:

For Christ's sake,

Cease from compromising your integrity here

Commit to being the best you can be elsewhere.