Friday, June 18, 2010

I can only hope.....

I heard a tapping on my doorpost earlier tonight which was kinda sorta unusual seeing as I generally discourage company and everybody I know knows that.
I picked up my 45 and grabbed CharlieGodammit by the collar and answered the door to find my pyscho neighbor's cutie daughter there.
She was there to tell me about several home invasions in our neighborhood (she lives a block away) in the past couple of days, which really surprised me seeing as I live in a working class area and according to MPD stats, we've only had 1 burglary in the past year.
Misty told me that the home invasions all occured between 6 and 10 PM and they've entered through the back door.
I thanked her and immediately went and opened my back door.
Hey, it's not every day that you got a chance to legally shoot somebody......

Callin' 'em in

I see a lot of electronic calls for sale and I gotta tell you, I consider them to be cheating. Half if not most of the fun about coyote(pronounced kI-Ote, not kI-Otee)  hunting is calling in the motherfuckers yourself.
I can't even begin to describe to folks the thrill I get when I call in a coyote with my mouth calls. No shit, I'm always surprised when I see one coming in. It doesn't matter if I get a shot or not, it's always a kick in the ass to know that I got that motherfucker to run to me.
In my opinion, Todd Sullivan and Les Johnson put out the most versatile calls. You can jackrabbit, cottontail, coyote howl, ki-yi or growl with them.
If you want a real winning combo up in the hills, try a squirrel bark, a coyote growl, then a distress call. If there's a coyote anywhere around, he'll soon be in the back of your truck headed for the skinning rack.

My kinda kid

EAST PROVIDENCE, R.I. – A Rhode Island boy whose school banned a hat he made because the toy soldiers on it carried tiny guns was awarded a medal on Friday for his patriotic efforts.
Lt. Gen. Reginald Centracchio, the retired head of the Rhode Island National Guard, gave 8-year-old David Morales a medal called a challenge coin during an appearance on WPRO-AM's John DePetro show.
Centracchio said the second-grader should be thanked for recognizing veterans and soldiers.
"You did nothing wrong, and you did an outstanding job," he said. "We can only hope that kids of your caliber will continue to defend this country."
Centracchio also gave David a certificate that allows him to call himself a brigadier general.
David was assigned to make a hat last week for a project at the Tiogue School in Coventry. He chose a patriotic theme and glued plastic Army figures to a camouflage baseball cap. But school officials said the hat ran afoul of their no-weapons policy because the Army men held tiny guns.

A no-weapons policy because Army men held tiny guns? Are you fucking kidding me? This kid should've been commended by his school, not punished.
Fucking liberals......

BP boycott

Hey, I've been seeing some things on the web about boycotting BP because of the spill.
Don't do that. Please.
Before you say "Fuck you" and click off, hear me out.
First off, BP has enough oil reserves to keep the US in oil for TWO years. They ain't poor by any means. Your temporary boycott ain't gonna work - they'll just sell their oil to Russia, India or China, folks that could care less about us.
Fox News brings up a good point:
The people your boycott will hurt are the independent station owners and their employees - you know, your fucking neighbors, your friends and family, your landlord, your tenants.
They've got bills, mortgages (maybe yours) to pay, and families to support. Don't hurt them because the company that supplies their fuel fucked up.
Please think about it. Our economy's fucked up enough without causing more suffering. I heard on Greta that some independant station owners have seen their business drop off 40% over something they had nothing to do with.

CharlieGodammit

Hey, I know I make CharlieGoddamit sound like a fucking mess, but the fact of the matter is he's a damned fine dog.
He's rowdy, he's hardheaded and completely unpredictable at times, but as Pops pointed out, I am too.

I had never gotten an adult dog before. Every other dog that's ever owned me I had gotten as a pup and I started working with it from day one. I've had 3 month old dogs that minded better than professionally trained dogs.
Charlie was different. I didn't want to take the effort to raise a pup again, so I looked for one that was grown. I was told he was 3-4 years old when I got him, but once I got him home and checked his teeth, I knew he was maybe a year, 18 months at the most. Not an adult dog, for sure.
Not having any experience at training adult dogs, I went and bought a "Dog Training For Dummies" book. Read the motherfucker one time and tossed it. I started training Charlie the way I would a pup and he responded better than I thought.
He sits, he lays down, he comes. What more can I ask?
He does range a lot further than I would prefer when we're in the hills, but he eventually comes back. I'm used to Labs that generally stay close or hounds that'll range but at least give voice so I can keep track of them. Charlie's Husky and Shepherd, so I've got a dog that ranges and stays quiet. I'll get used to it.

The girl I got him from found him running down a main road here in town and tried for 6 months to find his owner. Her daddy (a friend of mine) said she was getting rid of him because she was moving. I suspect she got rid of him because she couldn't handle him.
We butted heads for a few days, but he eventually figured out I was the boss (I hate the term "Alpha male", sounds too uppity for me) and started acting like a dog instead of coyote or wolf.
He's still kinda sorta skittish about certain things.
If I reach for him to grab his collar or to pet him, he'll grab my hand for a second or two. He doesn't like to be touched unless he wants to be.
He doesn't care for women too much unless he sees me hug them. Then there's no problem.
He won't get near my feet if I'm wearing boots. I suspect somebody used to kick him. When I'm barefoot though, he lays across my feet.


I went out and bought him a shitload of toys. When I say "Go get Tug" he'll bring me that hard rubber double D-handled thing that he uses to jerk me off my feet in his yard. When I ask for Squeak, he brings me his squeak toy - it's pink with blue hearts, the big pussy. But his favorite toy? My empty Busch 12 pack cartons. Matter of fact, I just kicked his ass back outside when he brought one into the house and started ripping it apart.

I know I've gotta get him cut, if for no other reason is that he pisses on anything new. When I take him to the dog park to let him run and socialize, he pisses on EVERYTHING. Fence posts, bushes, fat ladies, chairs, chihuahuas, everything. He's way too territorial.
But he's gentle with other animals and loves kids. He doesn't misbehave around strangers either, unless they're clearly hostile or he can tell I'm not happy with them.

When he's in the house - and he gets free run of it - he's well behaved. He generally lays in the corner by the door with Squeak and never takes his eyes off me.

He hardly ever barks. The only time he does is when he's pissed at somebody coming up on the porch. If he knows them, it's all good, but let a stranger come to the door..... He'll bark once and then watch my reaction. If he wants something from me, he howls. I think that's cooler than shit.

His (and mine) favorite time of the day is coffee time. After I get up and ready for work, I generally kick back on my bed and enjoy a cup of my ass-kicking wonderful coffee. I also enjoy Charlie, because that's his lovin' time. He jumps right up there with me and snuggles, getting his belly rubs, ear scratching and kisses.

There's no doubt in my mind that if it came to it, I could put my life in his hands. And I think he knows that he can put his life in my hands.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

I knew they were good for something
















Thanks, Woody

Point taken

I got to calling around to check prices on getting CharlieGodammit cut in a couple of weeks, found my vet was the cheapest and set up an appointment. Later that night I was fucking with him, telling him that his gonads were fixin' to be nonads. He got up from his squeak toy, walked over and grabbed me by the nuts, not biting but damned sure not letting go either. I swear to God, the expression on his face was "If mine go, so do yours."
I cancelled the appointment.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Woo-hoo!!!!

EAT SHIT AND DIE, MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!!
I got a new computer today. Woody knew I was having problems with mine and turned me onto an ad in the local paper so I left work early and got me a jap-shit Toshiba, but I'm now back up and running.
Fuck Obama!

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Oh, hell!

My computer's fucking up again. I just put 2 1/2 bills into it and now I'm wondering if I should pour more money into it or go deeper in debt to buy a new one. Posts may be few and far between from here to the weekend.

I'm still puzzled

I'm still trying to figure out why I spent the evening completely sober.
Let's see:
I had beer in the icebox, I had a few bucks in my pocket, I had nothing else going on and I damned sure didn't have a date.
I spent my evening listening to Willie and reading a good book.