Well... I just now found out you pull all the "fan leaves" (I can guess those are the big leaves that you guys don't smoke). But why not hang the whole thing? Then I found out you can "...extract the buds and sugar trim together." Never heard of whatever thing a sugar trim looks like... and what does "extract the buds" mean? From what? By the way, what DO you do with all those giant leaves? Can they be boiled down or something?
Fan leaves are the big leaves and the sugar trim is what some folks trim off their flower buds to make them purdier. I don't leave fan leaves on the plant when curing, so as to improve air flow around the buds. The fan leaves and stems have scattered trichomes, but the trichomes tend to be more mature than on the rest of the plant and so have different medicinal effects. We extract them for pain relieving topicals, but not so much for smoking or vaporizing, because they don't taste all that good, are sedative, and give more of a charley horse between the ears, than a euphoric high.
I have always been very into dogs. This was Bruno, my St Bernard. He was the alpha male of his litter and he gave my wife and me a very hard time. We should have named him Cujo. He was really dangerous and aggressive, the vet told me that a given percentage of the breed are that way. He killed two rats in the garden, really fast. One tried to hide behind a spade but he just batted the spade away with his paw and pounced on the rat. Once in the park, (I had him on the chain but he was as strong as I was) some idiot came with a Rottweiler running free. It immediately attacked. The fight lasted about 30 seconds before Bruno used his weight, turned the other dog and took a big piece out of its side. Later I had to wash off all the blood with the garden hose. Another time, two street dogs attacked him. He just picked them up by the neck one at a time, shook them like rats, and hurled them away.
Hee, hee, hee, Bruno reminds me of Bodhi, a German Shepherd mix with something lop eared, big and slobbery, whom we rescued as third owners, not including the dog rescue kennel that he lived at for a year and a half before we adopted him. We showed up with hot dogs to establish our credentials and he was bending over backward to charm us into rescuing him, including rolling on his back and exposing his underbelly. He wasn't our first choice, but the only one who was cat friendly, so we decided to give him a chance.
He died of prostate cancer about three years later and we loved him dearly, though our learning experience managing "Cujo" was sometimes painful. A smart, sensitive, loving, easily trained dog with us and accommodating of our cat, but it took the first year to calm him down on leash, during which time he lunged at anything that passed, even with a pinch collar. Not a growl, not a bark, no warning at all, just a lunge and snap.
The only way we could let anyone in the house, was to tell him to go in his crate, and then after everyone was in and seated, let him out to investigate. He actually liked people and was friendly, but even after he had verified that everything was cool, if someone jumped up or made sudden erratic gestures, he would warn them with barks and stern looks. We of course yelled OFF, which he did, but have no doubt that had we not, some would have escalated to bites
We finally got him calmed down enough to release off leash in the dog park, but I stopped doing that after the third male dominance dog fight, the last of which I paid for the other dogs medical. A wonderful dog, whom I wish we had been the first owners of, so as to avoid some of the baggage he came with, but glad we were able to provide him the home he deserved the last few years of his life.
