Mmmmmmm...



Beeeeeer..........

I'm out of beer!!!


Now I need to walk all the way to the fridge.

+2 !!!!!!!

Yesterday as in July 19th, or yesterday as in two months ago when that post was made?

Never mind, it will be another two months before you see this.

Nice pics. Though that one isn't looking very splitter.

I think my dog is in congestive heart failure. The shitty thing about knowing about these things is that I doubt she will/should live through the winter. I've had several dogs been given away, and one was hit by a car, yet I don't know how I will deal with one dying from being too old.
Anyone who suspected that the above posting was made while sober is a buttclucking idiot.

he said gas powered drill, not te_h air kompressor.

I think my dog is in congestive heart failure. The shitty thing about knowing about these things is that I doubt she will/should live through the winter. I've had several dogs been given away, and one was hit by a car, yet I don't know how I will deal with one dying from being too old.
Anyone who suspected that the above posting was made while sober is a buttclucking idiot.

I think my dog is in congestive heart failure. The shitty thing about knowing about these things is that I doubt she will/should live through the winter. I've had several dogs been given away, and one was hit by a car, yet I don't know how I will deal with one dying from being too old.
Anyone who suspected that the above posting was made while sober is a buttclucking idiot.

less than a month!

I think my dog is in congestive heart failure. The shitty thing about knowing about these things is that I doubt she will/should live through the winter. I've had several dogs been given away, and one was hit by a car, yet I don't know how I will deal with one dying from being too old.
Anyone who suspected that the above posting was made while sober is a buttclucking idiot.

sorry to hear that Doc, I went through the same thing recently...

in the winter of '95-'96, a maybe 6 month old shepherd mix of the smaller variety was following a neighbor, Eddie, as he walked down the street towards home.

My GF at the time, who would become my wife, piped up "You got a new dog Eddie? It's cute!"

"Na," came the reply, "it followed me down here from the Chevron on the corner."

"Well, it must be lost. If you want, you can leave it here, I'll try to find its owner." Erin said. She had a soft spot for animals, as well as an Aunt active in the local ASPCA, and if anyone would find its owner, she would. Eddie left the puppy there with her, relieved to be free of it.


Well,at this time I was out riding freight trains for fun, and didn't return home for another ten days. In that time, the puppy and Erin's year-old Beagle/Lab mix (T.C.... short for T.H.C.) became playmates, while Erin just seemed to not have time to search for the pup's owner.



Hopping from the freight as it entered the train yard, I was dirty and grimy as could be. The dust from the train brakes tend to coat everything you'll touch on a train, and I'd not had a shower since leaving my folks place in Oregon four days earlier. I thought of nothing more than a shower and Erin as I hiked the 1/4 mile from the freight yard to our little rental, knowing that taking the one was the only thing standing in the way of having the other.

Well, as luck would have it, approaching the house I caught sight of Erin before she saw me. There she was on the front porch, watering her little container garden in the late afternoon sun. Trying to sneak up on her, I kept quiet, hoping the smell wouldn't clue her in to my presence, but damned if T.C. didn't spot me.

He came running over to welcome me home, doing his best to show me how much he'd missed me while I'd been out adventuring. There, trailing behind him that little shepherd mix puppy, and catching a sense of what was going on she tried to welcome me home too.

After my shower and the welcome home I'd really looked forward to, Erin related the story of how it had come about there was yet another animal in the house... assuring me repeatedly how temporary it was going to be, its been no bother, they play really well together she gets along with the kitties, and how she'll put signs up tomorrow. Upon finishing her story, I took one look at the little shepherd and said "Sasha, come here girl."

Well, she did, and subsequently spent the next twelve years answering to that name; the first dog of my own.



When she was four we moved to Salt Lake from San Luis Obispo. It wasn't long before she contracted Pannus, which is an ocular degenerative disease common in shepherd breeds that live at higher elevation. It causes the cornea to cloud over, leading to blindness if not held at bay. The vet sold us some eye-drops to put in her eyes twice a day, which though not religious about applying, it was often enough to keep her eyes from turning a milky white.

At six, we began to notice lumps under her skin when we petted her. After a biopsy, the vet informed us they were multiple lipomas... simply fatty deposits, no real danger to her health, just keep an eye on them if they get unusually large. She took a new name, as I now began to call her Lumpy. She didn't care, she knew I loved her just as I had before. In the ensuing years she developed a slight limp during bad weather, though not the debilitating arthritis so common in shepherds.

It's a funny thing when I think about it really. The more we love something, the more names it has.

^^think about that next time you go about naming the donnys


Well, three years ago when the wife and I split up, I sent Lumpy with her, not wanting to split the animals apart after nearly ten years together. As bad luck might have it, T.C. had a really bad flare up from an ongoing health issue he'd had for quite some time. It was an agonizing decision, but we decided together the vet had to put him down. He was nearly eleven years old, and though he was my wife's dog, he was the first animal I'd lost to old age since I was five years old.

A few weeks later, Erin ended up moving back to California, taking Lumpy and herour two cats of nearly the same age with her.

Six months ago one of the cats died, followed a month later by the other, age related health issues both of them.

At twelve and a half years old, Lumpy passed away quite suddenly one morning last month. Erin called to tell me the news. Sasha had died in her arms that morning, the vet just left with her body. We cried together over the memories we'd shared with such a wonderful dog. The next day the vet said that her chest cavity was a mass of tumors, cause of death: cancer. Knowing what Lumpy meant to Erin, and her pet losses in the previous six months, the vet had her cremated, not charging her a penny.

Last week Erin got the ashes back from the crematorium.


She'll be sending some of the ashes my direction soon. I'll be hiking to all the places we used to play together, leaving behind a little bit of her ashes for herour one last visit.





It's hard to lose a loved pet, but I'd rather lose one to old age than something senseless like it being hit by a vehicle.

Give it time Doc, I think you'll agree.






^^na, I'm not reading that either.

The kompressor was/is gas powered.


Regular gas powered drills are dangerous around your ropes.

She is around 10 years old, so she has lived a pretty good life. Just kind of sucks.

The kompressor was/is gas powered.


Regular gas powered drills are dangerous around your ropes.

Iz that teh Sn00p?!?!?!


He has really started pooching out.

No, I just happened to have the window still opened.

It changes to a single splitter around where I am. Just above, I think.

It was fun, at any rate.

New better job may be on it's way. Interview is sounding more and more like a formality than anything else.

So, if I get this new Jorb I'll have:

The same benefits
At least the same base salary (likely more)
Extra pay while in the field, including expences, lodging, ect. plus per deim (sp?)
2 weeks in the field 2 weeks out (might be 2 in 1 out, I'll ahve to ask at the meeting/interview)
Will be getting paid to ride around on Argo's, Quads, Swamp Buggy type things with big ass tracks, and drve to and from areas in 4x4's
And will be doing a bunch of geophysical/geological Surveys

I was thinking about getting one of those, but if they walk at all they are worthless.

I'm damn near an accredited Geologist and I am pushing engineerding documents and drawings in a very unglorified manner.

I really think I hate my job more.