Roof boots and dog poop.
Odd that I mentioned shooting myself in the foot yesterday. Turns out my brother shot himself in the foot with a roof staple at work. Shot through his boot and into his foot, they pulled it out he kept on working and he went coon hunting last night. If it was me I would have been in the emergency room charmin' the doctors and pushing buttons on various machines...but that's just me. Speaking of hunting, my brothers hunting dogs are in a pin back behind my parents house. I went down there this morning because I'd never seen them and they are the weirdest dogs. I've been around hunting dogs before but none like these. They had no personality whatsoever. I walked up to the pin and I don't how exactly how many are in there because my view was a bit obstructed by the huge doghouse and the side of the shed, but I kept saying "hey puppies, hey puppies" and only one went to the trouble of peeking around the doghouse..he just looked at me like I was a nut and went on with his business. How sad. I feel sorry for those dogs all they know is hunt chase hunt chase bark chase hunt eat poop hunt. I know that is what they were breed for but I still find it a bit sad. Anyway, going to Kentucky tomorrow and I don't know when I'll have access to a computer. I don't have one up there yet and I don't think I'll be breaking my neck to use my dads. I hate using his stuff. I am, however, going to look into buying a new computer and hopefully have one before the end of November. So if I don't write for awhile y'all will know why. It seems unreal that I'll be living there from now on...I think it will hit me once I actually move and it is official. I'm off to pack the last of my things into the trailor. See y'all soon.
"He looks like my butt after a long trip."
"He looks like my butt after a long trip."