Repaired farm machinery and ran errands all day.
Around 4 started harvesting soy beans.
I'm full of soy dust right now and I'm miserable.
Sneezy, itchy, cough up lung chunks, and then the worst part:
was aware a neighbor had a dog run off recently and lo and behold, while running around today I saw the stoooooopid thing.
Pulled in, shut off the truck, and got down on the driveway and started my "Who's a good boy?" routine.
About 30 seconds and I had a firm grip on his collar. Started to put him in the truck, and then it hit me, full bore, suddenly, without warning, and massively impactful:
the dumb dog had been rolling in something EXTREMELY dead and PUNGENT.
JFC, almost heaved my lunch. That dirty dog was RIPE, OMFG.
Well, in for a penny in for a pound, already had the stench on me, so hustled the dog on board, and high tailed it to the neighbors. Pulled in their driveway after a mercifully short 5 minute drive, popped open the door, and commanded, "GET OUT !!!"
Pup headed for his dish, and then laid down on the deck. I headed home and texted the neighbors after I washed up.
Damn, if that was my dog, I wouldn't want him back.
Around 4 started harvesting soy beans.
I'm full of soy dust right now and I'm miserable.
Sneezy, itchy, cough up lung chunks, and then the worst part:
was aware a neighbor had a dog run off recently and lo and behold, while running around today I saw the stoooooopid thing.
Pulled in, shut off the truck, and got down on the driveway and started my "Who's a good boy?" routine.
About 30 seconds and I had a firm grip on his collar. Started to put him in the truck, and then it hit me, full bore, suddenly, without warning, and massively impactful:
the dumb dog had been rolling in something EXTREMELY dead and PUNGENT.
JFC, almost heaved my lunch. That dirty dog was RIPE, OMFG.
Well, in for a penny in for a pound, already had the stench on me, so hustled the dog on board, and high tailed it to the neighbors. Pulled in their driveway after a mercifully short 5 minute drive, popped open the door, and commanded, "GET OUT !!!"
Pup headed for his dish, and then laid down on the deck. I headed home and texted the neighbors after I washed up.
Damn, if that was my dog, I wouldn't want him back.
The granting of a pardon is an imputation of guilt, and the acceptance a confession of it.