So we’re here at Ft. Dix, and an Army buddy of mine goes in for a pizza with me. As I’m eating it, I thought, “Not bad”. He folded his napkin in half, laid it next to a slice and said, “Aw hell no!” The pizza was literally thinner than the folded napkin.
Maybe I’m wrong, but it just seems that businesses around military installations tend to rip off service members. Our schedules are stretched so thin that we never have time to go back to complain when shitty service happens. Since new service members keep coming through on a regular basis, the businesses never really build up a reputations and can perpetually get away with being shitty for profit.
A city slicker went to the country to buy a pig. When he approached the pig farmer, he asked
for a 25 pound pig. The pig farmer put the pig’s tail in his mouth and bobbed his head up and down. He then told the city slicker that the pig was too heavy – it was 30 pounds.
The city slicker told the farmer he didn’t believe that was the way to weigh pigs.
The farmer called his son over and asked him to weigh the pig. The son put the pig’s tail in his mouth, bobbed his head a couple of times and said the pig weighed 30 pounds.
The city slicker said the farmer and his son were putting him on. The farmer told his son to go get his mother and have her come out and weigh the pig.
The son went into the house and after a few minutes came out telling the father that the mother was busy weighing the mailman.
So during the last fireside chat, I might have given some of you the impression that I don't like my dog. Well, I do, but with such boundless energy she can be very tiring. I'm getting on in my years, and having a living bouncy ball sap my energy every day is frustrating.
But Gail is my baby girl, and though she often tests my limits, she does have her up sides. Off hand I can't think of any, but... Oh wait! She does actually settle down, and when I'm sitting on the couch or lying in bed, she is right there snuggled up next to me. She looks at me in such a way as to tell me that I am her everything.
And Gail is still just a pup. Granted, she is an 85 pound musclebound pup, but her brain is still developing. It is always a pleasant surprise when something finally "clicks" in that head of hers, and she learns to control some of the less desirable aspects of her behavior.
Make no mistake, there is a long way to go before Gail is what I would consider a "good" dog, and I have had enough dogs to know the difference. In the meantime, she still gets plenty of toys and treats and belly rubs.
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