Normally TB isn’t interested in joining me on the porch in the evening but even his ‘new things are bad’ extremism has limits. So this evening he’s joining me in the breeze, and for the first time seeming to enjoy it. June has finally had its way with him. 🙂
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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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A point, which is too late to make a difference: screws are expensive. I’ve found that using three on the ends of decking boards, and only two for crossmembers in the middle, is perfectly adequate. This wisdom is the experience of 15 years of deck-aging observations.
I have always enjoyed sitting on the porch watching the sun go down and the night come alive, exchanging daytime smells with nighttime smells, and the sun’s intensity with the night’s soft sounds. YMMV.
That is nice feeling, sitting out on teh deck or porch with your dog just enjoying the quiet solitude.
TB must like that picture. He looks like a big dog!
Has TB shed his winter coat or did you run the clippers over him?
Seems to look a bit shorthairish in the pic.
Nice deck all round. Looks like this is also going to be my own “big project” this year, huge deck out the back side of the house, now if I can just get motivated…………
I was going to suggest shaving him if you have the tools to do it. That coat is more appropriate to a cooler, wetter climate.
I talked about shaving him with a groomer and she said if you shave a double-coated dog like that it never grows back in right.