One of those days…

Sorry, not much going on around here today. Went to town for the Monday morning water run, during which nothing much exciting happened. Earlier Laddie and I went for what by recent standards was a pretty long walk in the wash. Laddie has decided that coyotes shitting on “his” territory is extremely offensive – this morning it does seem we encountered an unusually large quantity of coyote scat, and he felt called upon to personally piss upon each and every deposit. At one point, apparently out of ammo, he squatted and shat on it.

So I guess that means he’s seeing this as his place, and not just the latest place he got dumped. That’s good, but I did try to explain to him that his ass was writing checks his teeth wouldn’t be able to cash. Guess it would have been funnier coming from a pomeranian or a chihuahua, I mean he’s stumpy-legged but he’s not that small, but in the betting as to how long he’d last in a real dog/coyote encounter, I’m guessing the winning bid would contain the word “seconds” rather than “minutes.”

He’s a sweetheart. The word “adorable” has been heard. But when it comes to moving around in the desert he doesn’t have the sense god gave a butterfly.

Anyway, it’s been cloudy all day and started raining a couple of hours ago. Not a lot of rain, just a constant drizzle that’s scheduled to go on for the next couple of days maybe. So I’m resigned to sitting around and waiting it out.

Doesn’t make for much in the way of blog fodder. I can say something snarky about Brett Kavanaugh if you’d like.

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13 Responses to One of those days…

  1. Mark Matis says:

    Sounds like a good time to experiment with the TENS, unless you have previously done so and I missed it.

    “Contralateral” leg where the pain seems to be coming from on the phantom leg.

    Lower back.

    Injured shoulder.

    You should not be able to hurt yourself nor cause any real pain in the process, and figuring out how and where you need to locate the electrodes is best done when you’re NOT in pain, especially if you will be in do-it-yourself mode for the real thing.

  2. Eric says:

    Don’t sell Laddie short, a number of years ago my Australian Shepard got his ass kicked by a Corgie. Six stitches in his snout and three or four puncture wounds on his body.

  3. bmq215 says:

    I dunno, Laddie might not be too far wrong. As anyone who’s been in a good bar fight or two will tell you, it’s more about the friends you’ve got than it is how tough you are personally. I hear that Laddie’s right-hand man tends to be pretty well armed…

  4. Tsgt Joe says:

    Just thinking about the fight in our little dog who passed last monday. This spring We adopted this 15 pound poodle who had lived hard on the streets of Detroit, half deaf, two thirds blind . He was the perfect little gentleman, he didnt bark or bite normally, would ignore other dogs mostly. 1 big exception, if he was in my wifes lap and our sons big ill mannered dog tried to jump up on her playfully lttle “pretty boy” would go for his throat.
    Joel, I get how a dog can own your heart, we only had this little guy 6 months and really came to love him.

  5. Ben says:

    “he felt called upon to personally piss upon each…” AKA: “Pee-Mail”.

  6. Joel says:

    Tsgt: Condolences. You may know I lost Little Bear this past summer and it still stings a bit sometimes, so I freshly know the feeling.

    When I was a kid, an aunt-and-uncle-by-tradition got a white toy poodle. That little dog ruled that house with an iron paw for almost 20 years. All the men in the family took up wearing cowboy boots, because when he was mad at you sometimes he’d go down to the back landing where everybody came and went, and pee in your shoes.

    Now I think of it, he wasn’t universally missed after he passed…

  7. Mark Matis says:

    I would note that, being altitude challenged, a Corgi has better access to the vitals of a coyote than does the coyote to the vitals of a Corgi. A coyote has to go down quite a ways to get to a Corgi’s neck or belly, And there ain’t much of a tail to grab at the other end. Coyote throat, belly, and nuts, however, are conveniently located for Corgi teeth.

    He still would definitely want someone around with an every-day carry, of course…

  8. Joel says:

    Yeah, well. Rather than rely on the possibility that he’s secretly a MMA badass, for now I’m just going to keep the silly little guy on a leash. That way if anything out there really thinks I’m trolling for coyotes while we’re walking, it’ll be in range of the pistol. 🙂

  9. Mark Matis says:

    To be honest, in spite of that video link to racing Corgis posted the other week, I suspect any self-respecting could outrun him without much difficulty. So even if he does recognize the threat, if they approach him quietly from downwind, the leash is probably a smart idea.

  10. Timbotoo says:

    I had a smaller than usual dachshund who would mix it with much larger dogs. Her opening gambit was a quick dash between the legs and bite down on the nutsack. Seemed to work.

  11. Joel says:

    Jesus. Did she at any time show signs of wanting to rant about progressivism and male privilege?

  12. terrapod says:

    Be thankful you are not in the Mesa AZ area. Daughter says they have 1 or 2 feet of standing water on the roads in town. Enjoy the day off.

  13. Judy says:

    Terrapod – Mesa must have the lousiest storm drainage system. I’m in Glendale and haven’t ran into any standing water.

To the stake with the heretic!