Sunday Dawg

Saturday was busy around PawPaw's house. I had to fix a lawnmower before I could mow the lawn, it being extremely difficult to mow a lawn with a lawnmower that won't start. I suspected that there was trash in the carburetor and wanted to take it off the lawnmower and blow out the fuel pick-up tube.

So, while drinking coffee on the back porch with Milady and the dawg, I asked him if he'd start disassembling the lawn mower while I finished my coffee. Milady looked at me over her newspaper and remarked that he couldn't hold a wrench. He's got no thumbs.



That's a shot of the dawg, feigning disinterest. He's not much of a mechanic, but makes a good superintendent.