Sunday, September 13, 2009

Sunday Dawg

There are two sides to every door. The side that Milady is on, and the wrong side. The dog frequently finds himself on the wrong side of the door, realizing too late that Milady is on the other side. Then he freaks out, whines, and generally makes a nuisance of himself until he gets to be on the right side of the door.



I apologize for the darkness of the photo. Here, the dog demonstrates that he is on the wrong side of the door.

In other news, we went to church this morning and spent the afternoon turning wrenches. My step-son's car needed help and when we got into it, realized that the help it needed was immediate. We've replaced the front bearings, a tie-rod end, a ball joint and put brakes on the front wheels. The car is safe now and my grandchildren can ride in it in relative safety.

3 comments:

Old NFO said...

THAT is a major difference between you and most folks Paw- You CAN fix a car to make it safe... Most of today's generation would drive it till it broke and wonder what happened, and blame somebody else! Plus, while not fun, it was some family time :-)

The Ivory Pen said...

LOL! I was watching SpongeBob SquarePants with my grandson recently. One of the characters won a car/boat. When he saw that "the needle was pointed to E and that means END, so I threw it away." Yeah, that about sums up the next generation.

J said...

A cuniform tablet several thousand years was translated and said, basically, that the younger generation was headed to hades in a handbasket.