FLASH BANGS AND ROTTWEILERS.

 I think I have mentioned that we have a neighbourhood dog, a rotty, that barks tirelessly and for hours upon hours mostly at night.

Occasionally this asshole dog escapes their yard.  This amazes me.  They have an impossibly high fence surrounding their whole house and yard.  It is the kind of fence that is tightly built, you can't see through it, not even an inch.

The other night we had a collision of two actions that  happened very close together causing a rather unusual but really funny outcome.

Grimbo, or should I say ToonyKoot, or for those that don't understand, Graeme, went for a walk.  In other words he wasn't home...and peace descended upon the home.  (I love you Toony). It was evening, thus dark out and I think raining.

I walked into the kitchen to get things ready for a greek dinner Monte was going to pick up, leaving in about five minutes. A dreadful smell wafted out of somewhere in the kitchen.  And I mean pukingly dreadful.  Upon sleuthing and sniffing I discovered it was the compost container.  I have a large one and disgusting smells are a downfall of large ones.  Stuff stays in there too long until it's full.  It needed to go out immediately.  So I asked Monte to empty it.  He was leaving within five minutes.  In the meantime I whipped it out to the line up of refuse choices we have in our yard.  I set the can down on the ground right in front of the compost wheely bin.

Monte put his shoes on and out the front door he went to empty it and continue on to his van to go pick up the food.  Within two seconds he was back in the house and announcing loudly that that effing rotty was out there (which just happens to be right at our front gate) eating the revolting stinking crap out of the beaten open compost kitchen container I had just set out there.  FUCKADOODLE!!!!  And there was no way he could walk past the aggressive snarling brute.  What to do?  Monte had to get that food order but the dog was clearly going to be there for a while!

So.....and here is the good part!  Monte dug into his leftover fireworks from halloween and got out his left over flash bang and a lighter.  Two minutes later there was the loudest bang you ever heard and that dog shot off like he'd been skinned!  I hope he had a day or two of the craps and pukes. Hahahahaha!!!!!  Now to start using them on the neighbourhood cats!

I think Peter is coming home today.  He has been gone for the last ten days to Nanaimo, staying with his sisters who live there.  On Friday Toony is heading back up to Tofino.  They called him and asked if he would be willing to go back to work for three weeks until they hire a new employee of some sort.  This shows what a good employee was.  I have always said that out of all the boys I know he would be the one I would hire first.  He is very intelligent and it shows when he does a project...or playing jeopardy.  The house is going to be awfully quiet.

Well that's it for now.  Stay safe.  TTYL  

If you listen to dogs barking you will go deaf without learning anything. — Marion Zimmer Bradley

(except for unmitigated hatred...which can't be good for your soul)