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ROSTERMAN
Guest
Tell your wife one of your mean old friends understands and give her a great big hug and kiss from me. I too feel the same way about my dogs.Felt so sorry for my poor wife this afternoon. I actually felt good enough to get the front yard mowed before the monsoons roll in tomorrow. Got about done when the Old Hen appears in front of the mower. I kill the PTO and throttle back. I can tell by her face that something's happened. She asks if I can quit mowing and get the four wheeler 'cause she can't find Mickey, her little Shetland Sheepdog. I book it for the barn, fire up the Honda, and off to the back of the ranch I go. Looked up and down for the little creep, made a big circle, and got the idea to check in back of our favorite neighbors place where he and her go everyday for an over the fence chat. Yep, there he is. I scoop his little arse up, plunk him up on the tank, and off to the back end we go. I spot the OH about the same time she spots the dog and me. She falls to her knees, and I can see her shoulders shaking. She's bawling like a baby. I get her calmed down and got 'em both back to the house. Poor thing was so worn out from worry she was almost sick. Thank God/Buddha/FSM for the happy ending.
And I am secure in my manhood to say so to the rest of you's.