For those of
you worried about Buddy the Wonder Pooch and his gastro-intestinal distress he seems
on the mend this morning. That was a
welcome sign since we’re calling last evening the “defacatapocalypse” (say that
three times fast). My wife chose possibly
the worst day possible (in Buddy’s eyes) to spend the entire day out shopping
for a sister’s dress for the upcoming wedding (all things at this point are
wedding related). We returned home in
the afternoon to find poor Buddy mired in his own effluent. It was obvious he put up a gallant battle as
he looked apologetically at what he had wrought.
My wife gagged
her way upstairs and then remembered another shopping chore and immediately departed,
leaving Buddy and I with mess. I brought
the Wonder Pooch outside and hosed him down just as the skies opened up with
some serious rain for the first time in two weeks. I gingerly transported his rather pungent kennel
outside and hosed that off as well before Buddy experienced the indignity of
not one but three different baths. All
of this took place in that driving rain storm so it was unclear who ended up
wetter.
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| Buddy and His Disassembled Home Last Night |
I had to take the
kennel completely apart to render it habitable again. Buddy was a good sport about everything except
the baths. It was impossible to blame
him but our commiserating hugs were delayed until he dried off. He spent the night in the garage with the kennel
open and came through without any issue.
I got the impression he kind of liked the arrangement.
I issued an “All
Clear” and the wife’s shopping errand mysteriously ended almost immediately. She returned and we got on the phone with the
son who said the final wedding invites are going out today instead of earlier
as planned. He also stated that the MEF
was expecting a superb new nickname when her fiancé status is eradicated, so
the pressure is on. She wants something at
least as cool as Wing Man. My first
foray, “Chocolanator” was met with tepid response. Her new title will be revealed in early
August.
I finished the
latest book in my old drinking buddy Tom Kratman’s sci fi opus, The Rods and
the Axe yesterday. It continues the story
of a war on an alternate earth between a militarized Panama (called Balboa) and
the European Union (called Taurans).
This story has grown in the telling and is approaching epic status. This book delivers on the promise of the
earlier books with the long hinted major battle as the bad guys try to land on
a fortress island as a prelude to invading Balboa proper.
Tom has a great
ability to capture the world wide scope of strategic efforts while never shortchanging
the reader on the basest of tactical levels. In almost head spinning fashion as
we go from national leaders maneuvering at an international conference to the desperate
fight in a Balboan fighting position. I
could not put the book down after the half-way point.
Tom also takes
his usual pointed and withering pot shots at the idiocy of progressive politics
and political correctness which can approach hilarious. I can’t wait for the saga to continue. Thankfully Tom writes as fast and well as he
sings mournful military ballads so we won’t be denied the next chapter too long.
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