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Stumpage Reports
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Thursday, August 12, 2004 :::
Attack of the Weiner Dogs
It's moments like this that make me wish I was a good writer. This was one of the funniest looking things I had seen in a long time and there is no way I can translate it, so I'll just say it.
The other day I pulled into the parking lot in front of my duplex. When I got out of my car I heard some yipping, and as I looked up, three dachsunds began charging at me from three different points in the parking lot. They were yelping furiously, their fat little legs pumping like mad, as they descended on me like a horde of journalists on an indicted NBA star.
So that's it. It looked funnier than hell. The fat one got the closest and stood barking and wagging his tail, I gave the little fellow a pat (perhaps unwisely) before their cute owner came and scooped them up like so many errant wriggling tube steaks.
I really appreciated the belly laugh first thing on coming home from work.
Reading:
Finally finished Reconstruction: America's Unfinished Revolution, 1863-1867 (690 friggin' pages) by Eric Foner. I started this one last summer and took a long break, finally finished it and it was well worth the effort.
On Deck: Willard and His Bowling Trophies by Richard Brautigan. I can't wait to dive into this one, I've enjoyed his short stories and poetry, never knew he wrote a novel, although it looks a little disconnected.
::: posted by tom at 9:40 AM
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