Life with The Dog: there used to be a garden hose here


  1. When things like that happen to me, I just figure "if this is the worst thing that happens to me today, I'm doing ok." Sometimes, it isn't, though.

    1. So, Harry, tell me - are you determined to be the first to comment on every. Single. Post I write?

    2. Gosh, it's not a conscious attempt. I have you on my blog roll, and the blog roll automatically puts the blogs with the latest posting blog at the top. When I see you have put something up I go to read it, because I like your pictures and I like your thoughts, too.

      You'll have to forgive me, I live on top of a mountain by myself for the most part. My kids are grown up and gone. My wife works in a town too far to drive back and forth so she is gone except on some weekends.

      I suppose it's an annoying old guy habit. I'll let someone else have first shot next time. ;-)

    3. The way I saw it happen was that suddenly there was this guy, Harry, who lives in America somewhere and has an AK47 at home - which I'd still like to know, why? - and he posts a comment almost as soon as I've finished writing myself, and I thought: who the hell is this guy? How does he know me? Is he, you know... a creep?


      Sorry, I'm not meaning to be rude, but I just saw these comments keep landing in my mailbox and I thought, who the hell is this guy.

      And now I've thought about it for a few days and I think, maybe you're not a creep. Maybe you're just eager, for lack of a better word =D.

      So I guess what I'm saying is, dude, if you're a decent man, keep on rocking in with these comments and make yourself right home! You sound interesting.

      And I'll try not to feel so dubious about you.

      So where'd you find out about me, anyway?

    4. Harry, you know what?

      I was actually sort of disappointed to turn on my e-mails today and not see any comments from you. It was, like: hmm, there used to be many.

      Funny how quick I've come 'round to the idea.

    5. Maria, I understand completely.

      It's not uncommon here for a person to keep an AK-47 or an AR-15 for self defense. I live so far out in the woods that the Sheriff's men can't get here in much less than 45 minutes even if one is in my quadrant of the county. Violent crime associated with drugs is common even in our rural areas and citizens are expected to be able to defend themselves. As our Sheriff once told me "living out there, you people are on your own."

      I am happily married, my 31st anniversary is this coming Dec 3. I have two grown children, a son who is 26, and a daughter who is 27. They live in a city way up North. My wife is a special education teacher for the learning disabled. She works in a county too far to drive back and forth every day, so she stays at her mother's there in that town during the week, and comes home some weekends when she can.

      I was reading a blog by an Australian lady and saw she had you linked. My brother , as I told you, went to New Zealand to hunt and he couldn't say enough good about it, so I wanted to learn more. I was also intrigued to find a Baltic state person living there. Seemed odd.

      So I am pretty normal for a 60 + Southern man.

  2. Oh no! I have to say that photo raised a smile :)