Am I sure?
Well not having a job i ssure busy work. Not really, I have alot of time to do stuff and then there will be hours doing nothing. My part-time job (which ends in September, along with my unemployment) is more like 29 hrs a week instead of the 19. Good you may say, but it plays not enough to make me care. Yes it is outside and riding bike is at least fun. But the amount of grief for the amount of $ is sadly irritating. But the full time position closes the end of the month (a full time job with benefits?!?!), did I mention the job doesn't pay particularly well. I have had interviews in Klamath, Deschutes, Douglas, and this next week will be Pendleton. That means I get to drive anywhere from 1-4 hours each way to interview for jobs, just to be sent a no thank you letter or be put on a list. Sure I am on several list for potential hire, but those list are good for about a year and could end up meaning squat.
My dog was slightly mauled by another dog about 3 weeks ago. The dog bit a pinky sized hole in her neck scruff. Which gave me the knowledge of some animal shaving and doctoring, didn't take it to the vet.. Also I know I can pick up a pit bull, one handed, and toss it (So the owner can grab it and walk away...yeah good job buddy). My dog is okay.
Hootie cancelled so I could take a day and go to see my friends in Klamath. LOVE THE Klamath Folk. We went to Mia and Pia's for pizza and beer. Then hung out talked, with more beer. My buddy Chris and I decided to walk (instead of driving over with everyone else) to his parents house with the dogs. He has a husky and a black lab. I had my lab and my border collie and we were walking the canal to Chris's parents house. Chris wore flip flops and pants, but I had shorts and hiking boots. We had walked for about 1 mile when the path splits to the old service road and the path. I ask Chris which way should we go. He ask "hard or easy way". I said you choose, you are wearing flip flops, so he chooses the old service road which has blackberries on each side. After about 100 feet the blackberries have grown into the path, crap. So I whip out my handy knife (never go anywhere without a weapon) and start clearing a path for Chris and the dogs. I am using the knife as a machete and it is working pretty well, sure I am getting a few scratches, but hell it is an adventure. We get anther mile down the road to the last 100 feet of the road when my grip on the knife slips and it goes flying behind me. "SHIT!!!", which all I can hear is Chris laughing and then "oh, was that your knife?"
"yes, my favorite one." me
"I was laughing until I realised it was your knife. It flew right back at me and landed right about there."
So pissed I may have lost my expensive knife and that we will have to back track, I make an attempt to find the knife in the 6x6 blackberry bush. So stamp down on the bush and grass and continue to swear that I am not going to find the knife and with a redirection from Chris manage to find it at my feet, not 6 inches from where he said it was.
Weapon in hand we continue our trek through the final 100 feet of blackberries. We continue down the road until there is an old rusty bridge across part of the canal. Which my dogs don't want to cross. So what do I do? Cross and then call them and they come. Now the side of the canal is covered by a rubber sheet that slopes right into the canal (slow moving, algae covered canal). Then there is another bridge to the side of the hill. We cross the bridge and walk a short path to a fence. Wait my lab has gotten into the canal and there is know way to get her out on this side, so I have to walk back across the bridge and call her. She swims across the canal gets out and follows me back over the bridge to the side of the hill and the fence. Chris is holding the bottom of the fence and trying to get the dogs underneath. Yeah, they aren't that dumb, so I have to crawl underneath and hold the fence for Chris and the dogs. Then it's a 200 feet climb up a steep hill to the road that leads to his parent. Where we show up sweaty, dirty, smelly, the dogs are wet from the canal and my calves are bleeding from the blackberries.
To which our wives ask what happened. "Having fun"
My dog was slightly mauled by another dog about 3 weeks ago. The dog bit a pinky sized hole in her neck scruff. Which gave me the knowledge of some animal shaving and doctoring, didn't take it to the vet.. Also I know I can pick up a pit bull, one handed, and toss it (So the owner can grab it and walk away...yeah good job buddy). My dog is okay.
Hootie cancelled so I could take a day and go to see my friends in Klamath. LOVE THE Klamath Folk. We went to Mia and Pia's for pizza and beer. Then hung out talked, with more beer. My buddy Chris and I decided to walk (instead of driving over with everyone else) to his parents house with the dogs. He has a husky and a black lab. I had my lab and my border collie and we were walking the canal to Chris's parents house. Chris wore flip flops and pants, but I had shorts and hiking boots. We had walked for about 1 mile when the path splits to the old service road and the path. I ask Chris which way should we go. He ask "hard or easy way". I said you choose, you are wearing flip flops, so he chooses the old service road which has blackberries on each side. After about 100 feet the blackberries have grown into the path, crap. So I whip out my handy knife (never go anywhere without a weapon) and start clearing a path for Chris and the dogs. I am using the knife as a machete and it is working pretty well, sure I am getting a few scratches, but hell it is an adventure. We get anther mile down the road to the last 100 feet of the road when my grip on the knife slips and it goes flying behind me. "SHIT!!!", which all I can hear is Chris laughing and then "oh, was that your knife?"
"yes, my favorite one." me
"I was laughing until I realised it was your knife. It flew right back at me and landed right about there."
So pissed I may have lost my expensive knife and that we will have to back track, I make an attempt to find the knife in the 6x6 blackberry bush. So stamp down on the bush and grass and continue to swear that I am not going to find the knife and with a redirection from Chris manage to find it at my feet, not 6 inches from where he said it was.
Weapon in hand we continue our trek through the final 100 feet of blackberries. We continue down the road until there is an old rusty bridge across part of the canal. Which my dogs don't want to cross. So what do I do? Cross and then call them and they come. Now the side of the canal is covered by a rubber sheet that slopes right into the canal (slow moving, algae covered canal). Then there is another bridge to the side of the hill. We cross the bridge and walk a short path to a fence. Wait my lab has gotten into the canal and there is know way to get her out on this side, so I have to walk back across the bridge and call her. She swims across the canal gets out and follows me back over the bridge to the side of the hill and the fence. Chris is holding the bottom of the fence and trying to get the dogs underneath. Yeah, they aren't that dumb, so I have to crawl underneath and hold the fence for Chris and the dogs. Then it's a 200 feet climb up a steep hill to the road that leads to his parent. Where we show up sweaty, dirty, smelly, the dogs are wet from the canal and my calves are bleeding from the blackberries.
To which our wives ask what happened. "Having fun"
posted by deputydog at 10:19 AM
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