Keel's pic made me want to post this pic of the cat that suddenly died. His name was Bentley, named from his previous owner who had to give him up. Chillest cat ever. The night this picture was taken was the night he acquired the nickname Big Blind. I miss that cat. Our other cats are mostly assholes.

The thing I miss most about our dog is any time I drop food food on the floor now I gotta pick it up!

BigBlind

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Another farm dog story.  I grew up on a dairy farm in western N.Y.  our farm was on the edge of town. The barn set about 50 yards from the road.  A town lady (she always thought she was better than us farmers) was walking her perfectly manicured and combed Irish Setter one afternoon.  There happened to be several barn cats drinking milk outside the milk house and this Irish Setter spied them, jerked his lease right out of Mrs. Hotshots hand, and starting chasing the cats.  The cats ran around to the back of the barn, with the dog in hot pursuit.  We had a manure pit in the back, it was almost full, and there was a crust on top. The cats ran right across it and so did the dog - until he got to the middle and broke thru the crust.  With front legs flailing he finally got to the edge and got out - covered in shit and looking like a drowned mut.  He goes back around the barn to Madam Hotshot who is mortified.  We heard she made her husband tie him outside by the garage and wash him daily for a week before he was allowed back in the house.  We still laugh.  

When our girls were 8 & 10, we got a mixed breed puppy - cocker spaniel & black lab.  Cute little thing grew up to 35-40 lbs with black Curley hair.  Best temperament of any dog we ever owned.  She trained easily and we could leave her in the back yard for hours in our development and she never would leave.  When she was about 1.5 years, we went away for the afternoon.  When we came home, we found a hard cover public library book with the cover chewed up.   Paid for a new book at the library.  Over the next year, someone would forgot to put hardcover books up when we were leaving - and she chewed $200 of public library hardcover books.  Our vet said it was anxiety over us leaving and horse glue in the bookbinding.  Then she quit doing it just like that.  For 8 years never chewed another book - until she was 10 years old and chewed one more.  Just 1. At age 13 I got up one morning and she went to stand, and couldn’t.  Took her right away to vet and she had had a stroke.  Sad, sad day as we made the decision to put her asleep.  

PackerHawk posted:

Keel's pic made me want to post this pic of the cat that suddenly died. His name was Bentley, named from his previous owner who had to give him up. Chillest cat ever. The night this picture was taken was the night he acquired the nickname Big Blind. I miss that cat. Our other cats are mostly assholes.

The thing I miss most about our dog is any time I drop food food on the floor now I gotta pick it up!

BigBlind

i Have played poker with that cat. Ate my lunch...

Weird farm dog story... I had just gotten a new bike from the police auction when I was a student at UW-RF -- a Motabecone road bike for 40 bucks. Bike is in great shape after I oiled it, greased the chain, tightened the cables, etc. Set to go. A beautiful, sunny, late spring day; life is good. So, I head out onto the back county roads outside of town and I am just cruising along lovin' it. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I spy a couple of dogs waaaay out in the middle of a hayfield. One looks up; the other starts toward me. Assuming it's in attack mode, I go from high gear to screaming tires gear. Dog's paws are on fire. He and I are on a collision course... BAM. Bike comes to a screeching halt, I barely stay aboard, and then I am wondering which part of my anatomy the teeth will sink into. I look around and the dumb dog had slammed into the back wheel so fast and so hard that it could no longer turn; the wheel had a bigger curve than Marilyn Monroe's chest. And the dog -- an obvious German Shorthair mix -- started licking me and wagging his tail like he had just caught a Ferrari. I drag my bike to the farmhouse front door, explain what happened, and the nice farmer looked at the dog, then at me, and said, "Yup, Bob isn't the brightest dog but he shore is friendly." In the end, I got a ride home and a new back wheel out of Bob's blunder. 

QuietOne posted:
lovepack posted:

Does anyone who is one of those doomsday preppers with an underground bunker and plenty of food have room for one more?

Actually, you're a little bit too late. I grew up with parents who grew up during the actual Great Depression. We were ready for ANYTHING! (Just no underground bunker.)

Root cellar beneath the windmill.

Fandame posted:

Weird farm dog story... I had just gotten a new bike from the police auction when I was a student at UW-RF -- a Motabecone road bike for 40 bucks. Bike is in great shape after I oiled it, greased the chain, tightened the cables, etc. Set to go. A beautiful, sunny, late spring day; life is good. So, I head out onto the back county roads outside of town and I am just cruising along lovin' it. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I spy a couple of dogs waaaay out in the middle of a hayfield. One looks up; the other starts toward me. Assuming it's in attack mode, I go from high gear to screaming tires gear. Dog's paws are on fire. He and I are on a collision course... BAM. Bike comes to a screeching halt, I barely stay aboard, and then I am wondering which part of my anatomy the teeth will sink into. I look around and the dumb dog had slammed into the back wheel so fast and so hard that it could no longer turn; the wheel had a bigger curve than Marilyn Monroe's chest. And the dog -- an obvious German Shorthair mix -- started licking me and wagging his tail like he had just caught a Ferrari. I drag my bike to the farmhouse front door, explain what happened, and the nice farmer looked at the dog, then at me, and said, "Yup, Bob isn't the brightest dog but he shore is friendly." In the end, I got a ride home and a new back wheel out of Bob's blunder. 

Bob. 

That was Cubby for me.  Half Saint Bernard, half German Shepard.  Chased EVERYTHING to the point of trying to bite tires on cars.  Once you stopped he was just so damn happy to see you. 

The more surprising part of the story is finding a Motobecane in River Falls.

Henry posted:
Fandame posted:

Weird farm dog story... I had just gotten a new bike from the police auction 

Bob. 

That was Cubby for me.  Half Saint Bernard, half German Shepard.  Chased EVERYTHING to the point of trying to bite tires on cars.  Once you stopped he was just so damn happy to see you. 

The more surprising part of the story is finding a Motobecane in River Falls.

It was a great bike, too! Police auction. I needed a bike, went for fun, looked around and saw the Motobecane, knew that was the best bike of the bunch, and immediately got a buyer number. And for $40? It was a steal. When I paid for it, the cop collecting the money said, "I wondered who'd be smart enough to buy that bike." Eventually, I sold it after many years of good use. One of the best buys I've ever made. 

And Bob? Who could ever forget a dog named Bob that darn near killed me! 

John Krasinski (of Office Fame) doing nice Youtube show "Some Good News."  In latest, he takes a sports angle and features people playing "sports" in their homes.  Joe Buck stops by to do play by play---and for those who say he is a Packers hater, Buck has heard you.

Introducing one clip, Buck says "We have Emily from Milwaukee, Wisconsin.  I guarantee you her or somebody in her family thinks I don't like the Packers.  You're wrong!"  (8:08 of the video)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?...amp;feature=emb_logo