<font color=blue>in the dark I stepped square in the middle of a pan of crankcase oil</font color=blue>
/w3tcompact/icons/laugh.gifDon't feel too bad, Al. Last Sunday, I played golf, came home in bright sunlight, carried my golf bag into the back corner of the shop building without turning on a light, set it down, turned around, tripped over my middle buster, fell forward onto the cultivator plow, and rolled out onto the concrete floor./w3tcompact/icons/frown.gif I'm gettin' too old for that kind of nonsense, but fortunately no damage other than a slightly skinned knee./w3tcompact/icons/laugh.gif Now I usually drink two or three beers during a round of golf, but last Sunday, I hadn't even had one (maybe that was the problem)./w3tcompact/icons/wink.gif
And my dog! How many of you take your dog with you in the car or pickup? I've had lots of dogs ride with me, but never one like this rat terrier. If I leave without him, my wife says he sits by the door crying until I get back, and anytime I open the car or pickup door, he'll try to beat me in there. And as soon as we start moving, he's all over the cab of the truck, trying to see out all 4 directions and once, and making the weirdest sounds I ever heard from a dog - literally. I guess it's something between a bark, whine, and pant, but he sounds just like the laughing hyenas at the zoo; never heard that kind of sounds from a dog. How in the world do you train one to settle down? In the house, I can tell him to sit, lay down, or go to bed, and he does it, but in the truck, he ignores me completely./w3tcompact/icons/frown.gif
Bird<P ID="edit"><FONT SIZE=-1>Edited by Bird on 10/28/01 07:51 AM (server time).</FONT></P>