Courtesy of Landlady, who originally bought it for Magnus, years ago, and found it while cleaning out one of the barn’s attic spaces last weekend. I can imagine how Magnus reacted to it.
And yes, that is LB’s “You’ll never sleep another peaceful night” look. But he might actually wear it under some load, once he decides it’s not just a plot to kill him. It would be nice to have some cargo capability, if only for extra water during long walkies. My legs aren’t what (or even where) they ought to be.
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They say that Louis XIV had the inscription Ultima Ratio Regum cast into all the cannon of the French Army. It means “The Ultimate Argument of Kings,” and that always struck me as one of the most honest and up-front things any ruler or would-be ruler ever said. “We can dress it up prettier than this, but when it comes down to the unvarnished truth this is what it’s about: You’ll do as I say or I’ll send my goons to kill you.”
I thought about that for a long time. If there’s an ultimate argument, it seems only logical that there must be an ultimate answer. For years I thought the ultimate answer must be the bullets in my rifle, but it never seemed quite right. I’ve got bullets – he’s got frigging Cannon Balls. I mean, if there were three hundred million rifles throwing bullets at him, then maybe. But we all know that’s not going to happen. So if there’s an ultimate answer to his ultimate argument, it sure as hell ain’t bullets.
It finally came to me – and that’s when I abandoned the city and most of my stuff, and gave all that was behind me a good stiff Randian Shrug.
The ultimate answer to kings is not a bullet, but a belly laugh.
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We used to go on wilderness canoe trips with our dog. She had a pack just like yours. She would carry her own food in it. It would take her a few minutes to adjust her sense of balance and about a day to get used to the idea that she was wider than normal with the pack on but she had no trouble with it after that.
I still miss her even after all these years.
Sometimes I miss having “real” dogs…my two could fit in those pockets and would expect me to carry them after the first five Kilometers or so…
Cattleman is currently looking at one of these babies for his babies while driving HIS baby.
http://www.beastriders.com/products/gallery/index.html
We got it backwards me thinks.