When I’m out cleaning pens I can’t see the approach road, but I can hear it pretty well. I’d swear nobody came by without my noticing. Yet apparently somebody did because W had a present when I got home.
I came back on the road, saw nobody. Stopped in the wash, filled the trailer with sand, and spread the sand on the driveway before coming to the lairs. When I parked the Jeep and looked over to W’s lair where I needed to rescue two of his dogs, I saw the plastic bag on his doorknob. How this bastard got past me I don’t know – maybe he took the BLM road, or maybe in the excitement over Pearl I just missed it. But anyway, W’s been tagged. (And I wasn’t, heh.)
I put the envelope in W’s lair for him to…do with as he will. I’ve a feeling what he will, but that now becomes his biz.
