Glorified Garbageman

Live in Boise. Felt it here, seemed like a longer quake than I'd felt before. Shake creek may not be liquid this time of year, might still be frozen solid there. It will be cool to go explore there this summer, if we live that long.

I always use buehler. Occasionally someone will call buehler..buehler...anyone. It's nice when they do that.

No thumbs, but he thinks he can drive.

I just spend most of the morning perusing rofl's photos of people I've got no connection to, and thinking, damn that's freaking cool. Dad's 270 and m12 that were made the year before my parents married. I always wondered if he bought them before the marriage so he was sure he had good firearms but by the time I found the provenance it was too late to ask. The 308 that all of my siblings and I used to harvest our first deer, and some of us our first elk, it's cut down and abused, but I carried and used it for the 40th anniversary of my first hunt. I've got a bunch of school primers from my maternal grandfather that are pretty damn cool copies of classics, I think most are Shakespeare and have the names of people that used them in the early 1900's. My loving sister made copies of my grandparents photos on cd, and getting them out is something I need to do more often

Harder than chinese arithmatic Harder than a whore's heart Harder than a preacher's dick Fuller than a tick at a dog show.

Boat ride makes him more tired than playing with other dogs

damn dogs never stick around long enough. Carly, godspeed.

Just north of Boise. Btw, there's a restaurant here that makes a point of selling burgers from highland cattle.

Louie got to ride the side by side yesterday, he found the river and not much makes him happier

damn, they don't live long enough. Sorry to hear that.

Too far down the page, Louie says HI

My condolences to all the posters who've lost dogs recently. The number seems excessive, and although I mostly just lurk, I have to post a picture of Louie, he tried to be a Lion, and hide in the shadows

Louie likes the desert, he can run to his heart's content, and when he's tired, he gets a ride back to the truck

Thank goodness. It's finally Christmas.