K's dog "Little Fucker", aka Luke, is going to school starting in about a month. I swear he has that Napoleon "little man" complex thing. He wants what he wants when he wants it and if you deny him he pesters you unmercifully. Bark, bark, run, run....you can't catch the little fucker (hence the name). We have to team up on him to corner him. That's gonna change! Luke and I are going to a group dog obedience school (an hour a week for 6 weeks) where they'll teach him to sit, wait, come, etc.
Domineering as he is, we'll probably graduate with him having me on a leash, trotting me across the stage to the applause of friends and family.
The wealthy West Texas rancher was having a huge ranch house built on his property. One day he was talking to one of the Hispanic bricklayers and he asked, "You have any property, little fella?"
The mason said, "Yes sir, I do. I have about 3 acres. I grow corn and have more than enough to make all the tortillas me and my family could ever eat. Life is good. How about you, Senor? How much land you got?"
The wealthy rancher said, "Lemme tell 'ya, son....my spread is so big, I can get in my truck in the morning, drive all day, and by sunset I can't even make it to the other side of my property."
The Hispanic bricklayer replied, "Yeah, long time ago I had a truck like that, too." ;)
Have a great day everyone. Only one more day until....