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My me time
Machining a new wood forend for an 1877 Martini Henry Mk II artillery carbine to replace a rotted forend on an MH carbine from the Royal Arsenal of Nepal is how I spend my time today.
The Martini Henry was the British military rifle for much of the 19th century until replaced by the Lee rifle. MH Mks, I through IV used a black powder cartridge called the .577-450. These guns saw service anyplace there were British soldiers. The Kingdom of Nepal had a brief skirmish with the British East Indies Company. In the truce and peace talks that followed England agreed to arm the Army of Nepal with British weapons. This they did, with every old weapon they had laying around. Brown Bess flintlocks, halbreds, swords, Snider rifles, even matchlocks. Then as new versions of the Martini Henry were developed the older ones were pulled from service and sent to Nepal. Gardner and Gatling guns followed as did older bronze artillery pieces. Anything old weapon, regardless of condition, went to Nepal. This continued until the early 1900s when King George visited his ally and counterpart and was horrified to learn they had not yet received any new Lee rifles or machine guns. He ordered they be sent to them and that Nepal should get all of the new weapons of the English army. So Nepal's army was soon modernized in time for WWI. Gurkha troops were supplied to England and their performance on the battlefield became legendary. Nepal was then armed again with more modern weapons for WWII. The US supplied weapons too. After WWII and the English pullback from India Nepal found other additional sources of modern weapons.
The Kingdom of Nepal was a very frugal nation and they felt just because they had a newer gun, cannon or sword, that was no reason to melt down the old ones. So they had this old 17th century palace no one used anymore after a newer palace was built. In the 1880s a decision was made that all of the old weapons should be stored in the old palace and old stables and the property re designated as the Royal Arsenal. As new weapons and ammunition came in from the British the older weapons were rotated out, dipped in melted Yak grease to preserve them, then lain on the floor somewhere in the old palace. The facility was guarded, but not really maintained by Western standards. The roof began to leak, but no one repaired the leaks. The windows were without glass. In some cases boards were placed to keep out rain, but not at every window and as shutters damaged over the century, they weren't replaced. There was no effort made to segregate or even index what was stored. A pile of Brown Bess rifles may be found to have a Napoleon 12 pounder cannon at it's core while another pile of rifles was found be stacked over some Vickers Machine guns mixed with swords covering 200 years of issue. Matchlock rifles under chain mail shirts and 15th century helmets next to Gatling guns. Sometime after WW2 the palace and stable grounds were full, and although guarded the facility became forgotten and mostly ignored.
The entire Royal family of Nepal was assassinated in 2002 and their Prime Minister then seized the throne. This then plunged the country into a nasty multi sided civil war of several years duration (mostly utterly ignored by American media) before India and China jointly invaded from opposite sides and together forced a cease fire and peace. During a break in the fighting an American antique company owner happened to be visiting Nepal and heard of an old palace full of military antiques. He made a sight unseen monetary offer to purchase all the old weapons to whoever was ruling the capital that month and the offer was accepted.
Then began the problem of getting the things out of Nepal and back to the United States.
The Martini Henry was the British military rifle for much of the 19th century until replaced by the Lee rifle. MH Mks, I through IV used a black powder cartridge called the .577-450. These guns saw service anyplace there were British soldiers. The Kingdom of Nepal had a brief skirmish with the British East Indies Company. In the truce and peace talks that followed England agreed to arm the Army of Nepal with British weapons. This they did, with every old weapon they had laying around. Brown Bess flintlocks, halbreds, swords, Snider rifles, even matchlocks. Then as new versions of the Martini Henry were developed the older ones were pulled from service and sent to Nepal. Gardner and Gatling guns followed as did older bronze artillery pieces. Anything old weapon, regardless of condition, went to Nepal. This continued until the early 1900s when King George visited his ally and counterpart and was horrified to learn they had not yet received any new Lee rifles or machine guns. He ordered they be sent to them and that Nepal should get all of the new weapons of the English army. So Nepal's army was soon modernized in time for WWI. Gurkha troops were supplied to England and their performance on the battlefield became legendary. Nepal was then armed again with more modern weapons for WWII. The US supplied weapons too. After WWII and the English pullback from India Nepal found other additional sources of modern weapons.
The Kingdom of Nepal was a very frugal nation and they felt just because they had a newer gun, cannon or sword, that was no reason to melt down the old ones. So they had this old 17th century palace no one used anymore after a newer palace was built. In the 1880s a decision was made that all of the old weapons should be stored in the old palace and old stables and the property re designated as the Royal Arsenal. As new weapons and ammunition came in from the British the older weapons were rotated out, dipped in melted Yak grease to preserve them, then lain on the floor somewhere in the old palace. The facility was guarded, but not really maintained by Western standards. The roof began to leak, but no one repaired the leaks. The windows were without glass. In some cases boards were placed to keep out rain, but not at every window and as shutters damaged over the century, they weren't replaced. There was no effort made to segregate or even index what was stored. A pile of Brown Bess rifles may be found to have a Napoleon 12 pounder cannon at it's core while another pile of rifles was found be stacked over some Vickers Machine guns mixed with swords covering 200 years of issue. Matchlock rifles under chain mail shirts and 15th century helmets next to Gatling guns. Sometime after WW2 the palace and stable grounds were full, and although guarded the facility became forgotten and mostly ignored.
The entire Royal family of Nepal was assassinated in 2002 and their Prime Minister then seized the throne. This then plunged the country into a nasty multi sided civil war of several years duration (mostly utterly ignored by American media) before India and China jointly invaded from opposite sides and together forced a cease fire and peace. During a break in the fighting an American antique company owner happened to be visiting Nepal and heard of an old palace full of military antiques. He made a sight unseen monetary offer to purchase all the old weapons to whoever was ruling the capital that month and the offer was accepted.
Then began the problem of getting the things out of Nepal and back to the United States.
The impulse buy
So I saw this bulky black leather sofa cheapcheapCHEAP at a charity shop a few months back and bought it because I need furniture and it was just the job and at worst, at absolute worst, the zman said he'd buy it off me if I couldn't find a spot for it. It IS nice, and it WAS a bargain, so I stuck it in the van and took it home.
Then the alterations kept getting delayed and delayed and it has been sitting under cover on the terrace for months
Then I had to sell the van because the MOT was about to expire
And NOW finally I have rooms ready for the sofa. Which is TOO BIG TO GO THROUGH THE DOORS. And without the van it can't go up the mountain to the mountain man because paying for delivery will double the price and stop it being cheapcheapcheap
So that's 80 euros I don't have to throw around, thrown around and down the drain.
Your worst impulse buy? (I've noticed when I do one of these 'I was a dummy make me feel better by telling me you were too' blogs no-one else ever made a mistake ever.) Hmm.
Then the alterations kept getting delayed and delayed and it has been sitting under cover on the terrace for months
Then I had to sell the van because the MOT was about to expire
And NOW finally I have rooms ready for the sofa. Which is TOO BIG TO GO THROUGH THE DOORS. And without the van it can't go up the mountain to the mountain man because paying for delivery will double the price and stop it being cheapcheapcheap
So that's 80 euros I don't have to throw around, thrown around and down the drain.
Your worst impulse buy? (I've noticed when I do one of these 'I was a dummy make me feel better by telling me you were too' blogs no-one else ever made a mistake ever.) Hmm.
A power feed at last
It has been awhile since I blogged. No big changes in my social life. No earh shattering news pertaining to me.
I am pleased that the new, privately funded, heavy lift rocket went up successfully the other day. I am amused the CEO of the company donated his personal car (a Tesla Roadster) to the experiment. Right now the rocket is orbiting Earth. Some time in April before May the rocket will fire an engine and begin a trajectory that will place it in a very wide orbit around Mars. The CEO speculates the rocket and his car will, if not someday retrieved or in a collision with something, orbit for the next billion years. .
I am unsure of the appropriate law on this. Space law is supposedly based on admiralty law, but every day new wrinkles, such as an unattended car in space ,emerge. My question is, by launching his car into space, has the man effectively abandoned it? Or does the fact it sits garaged in a space ship give it the legal protection of sitting in a garage? Is the rocket itself effectively abandoned, or do ownership rights still apply off the Earth? What about a decade from now. a century? If 400 years from now your grand kids encounter the rocket while joy riding in their own space ship, board the uninhabited ship and take the car, is that stealing, or is that just salvage? How long does a rocket (or a new car) have to be up there before 'salvage rights' law applies?
About a month ago I bought a Forney 140 MP 3-in-one welding machine. It does Mig, Tig and stick. It is small and runs on house current, so 1/4" thickness is pushing the performance envelope, but I have done that with it. I haven't had the chance to try the Tig function yet but as soon as a new nozzle arrives I will. I got a few small tanks of C25 gas (a CO2 and Argon mixture) but am thinking of also getting some pure Argon to expand the capabilities of the machine.
My big news this week is that I finally gave in and purchased a power feed for my Sieg X2 mini mill (video below). I have been using the mill to whittle out a new fore stock for an old (ancient - 1875 manufacture) Martini Henry carbine and an enormous amount of turning the mill's hand wheel to move the slide back and forth as the stock took shape was required. After a few hours of that I was online looking for a better way. It turns out a company called Little Machine Shop has just recently introduced a power feed for the X axis slide of the X2. I got it installed and it works perfectly. Best of all it can move the slide a lot faster than my manually turning the wheel can, which translates into increased productivity.
<For those who know about mills and DROs, yes, they now make a DRO add on kit for the X2 too and I am looking at that, but it isn't cheap ($$$), so I may have to wait.>
Beyond that, nothing much new with me.
I am pleased that the new, privately funded, heavy lift rocket went up successfully the other day. I am amused the CEO of the company donated his personal car (a Tesla Roadster) to the experiment. Right now the rocket is orbiting Earth. Some time in April before May the rocket will fire an engine and begin a trajectory that will place it in a very wide orbit around Mars. The CEO speculates the rocket and his car will, if not someday retrieved or in a collision with something, orbit for the next billion years. .
I am unsure of the appropriate law on this. Space law is supposedly based on admiralty law, but every day new wrinkles, such as an unattended car in space ,emerge. My question is, by launching his car into space, has the man effectively abandoned it? Or does the fact it sits garaged in a space ship give it the legal protection of sitting in a garage? Is the rocket itself effectively abandoned, or do ownership rights still apply off the Earth? What about a decade from now. a century? If 400 years from now your grand kids encounter the rocket while joy riding in their own space ship, board the uninhabited ship and take the car, is that stealing, or is that just salvage? How long does a rocket (or a new car) have to be up there before 'salvage rights' law applies?
About a month ago I bought a Forney 140 MP 3-in-one welding machine. It does Mig, Tig and stick. It is small and runs on house current, so 1/4" thickness is pushing the performance envelope, but I have done that with it. I haven't had the chance to try the Tig function yet but as soon as a new nozzle arrives I will. I got a few small tanks of C25 gas (a CO2 and Argon mixture) but am thinking of also getting some pure Argon to expand the capabilities of the machine.
My big news this week is that I finally gave in and purchased a power feed for my Sieg X2 mini mill (video below). I have been using the mill to whittle out a new fore stock for an old (ancient - 1875 manufacture) Martini Henry carbine and an enormous amount of turning the mill's hand wheel to move the slide back and forth as the stock took shape was required. After a few hours of that I was online looking for a better way. It turns out a company called Little Machine Shop has just recently introduced a power feed for the X axis slide of the X2. I got it installed and it works perfectly. Best of all it can move the slide a lot faster than my manually turning the wheel can, which translates into increased productivity.
<For those who know about mills and DROs, yes, they now make a DRO add on kit for the X2 too and I am looking at that, but it isn't cheap ($$$), so I may have to wait.>
Beyond that, nothing much new with me.
Overcoming Fear
A couple of years ago I attended a workshop on travel writing, which then segued into a group meeting to write a book with each member contributing a chapter, with the group leader being a well-known travel author. The subject was to be the Pacific Northwest, which was perfect for me as I cycle some of the rail trails in Washington State.
The previous year I had gone to the Iron Horse trail to ride it, but found out at the Snoqualmie Tunnel at the top, one needed a light in order to go through it. The tunnel is 2.5 miles long and gives one sensory deprivation it's so dark. No, I wasn't attempting that without a light.
With the book as motivation, I phoned the Washington Parks Board to find out if the tunnel was open, as they have humongous wooden doors that they close the tunnel off for the winter. I was advised that yes, the tunnel was just opened on May 2. Great! I phoned around to find out if anyone had a shuttle service they could drop me off at the top of the mountain. A local bike rental company was more than accommodating.
A day later, I loaded up my bike and camera and headed to down the I-9 and the back routes to Snoqualmie, stopping at Snoqualmie Falls on the way. The scenery on those back routes is absolutely stunning and a most enjoyable drive.
The following day, a Wednesday, the bike rental company loaded up my bike and dropped me off at the top of the mountain. Standing in the parking lot, it was a bit overwhelming, knowing I was completely alone, no cars or other people around, the peak of the mountain looming above me and the tunnel before me. Yeah, I was a little scared, but excited too. I knew there was only one way back, and that was to get on my bike and ride.
Fortunately, as I rode towards the tunnel, the parks board had just driven through the tunnel so I knew for a fact there were no bears in there. Approaching it, the last vestiges of snow lay in dirty white piles alongside the gravel trail, and a cold wind assaulted me before the tunnel was even visible, around a curve. From what I understand, even in the summer the tunnel is cold and it's advisable to wear a jacket.
Once in the tunnel, I turned on the bike light I'd purchased specifically for the occasion, a very bright LED light that lit enough area for me to cycle comfortably through the tunnel. My initial trepidation was replaced by the thrill of the journey, and by the time I reached the end of the tunnel, I was relaxed in my surroundings.
Exiting the tunnel, it was more obvious than at the beginning, exactly how much mountain was on top of it, with vistas of the surrounding area and the steep drop offs down the side. A brief break and back on my bike, but only for a short stint before glacier lilies caught my attention. White, pale pink and a deep burgundy colour lined the trails, adding colour to the mossy and forest greens that are prevalent.
My next challenge were the trestles that interrupted the gravel paths. A huge fear of heights had me in a cold sweat at the prospect of riding the first trestle, with the noise of traffic from the I-90 reaching up from a long way below. Riding onto the trestle, all I could focus on was getting across, and as my bike got bogged down in some heavy gravel, determination had me pushing hard to reach the other side.
Once across and my heart slowing to a normal pace, I was relieved that it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. The rest of the trestles became easier, to the point where I could actually stop mid-span and take photos. That was a major accomplishment for me, as my fear of heights as plagued me since I was very young.
I will continue the journey in another blog tomorrow, but suffice it to say that I can hardly wait to return to North Bend and ride the trail again. I'll go in June when the weather might be a little better, but it was the best ride I've taken.
The previous year I had gone to the Iron Horse trail to ride it, but found out at the Snoqualmie Tunnel at the top, one needed a light in order to go through it. The tunnel is 2.5 miles long and gives one sensory deprivation it's so dark. No, I wasn't attempting that without a light.
With the book as motivation, I phoned the Washington Parks Board to find out if the tunnel was open, as they have humongous wooden doors that they close the tunnel off for the winter. I was advised that yes, the tunnel was just opened on May 2. Great! I phoned around to find out if anyone had a shuttle service they could drop me off at the top of the mountain. A local bike rental company was more than accommodating.
A day later, I loaded up my bike and camera and headed to down the I-9 and the back routes to Snoqualmie, stopping at Snoqualmie Falls on the way. The scenery on those back routes is absolutely stunning and a most enjoyable drive.
The following day, a Wednesday, the bike rental company loaded up my bike and dropped me off at the top of the mountain. Standing in the parking lot, it was a bit overwhelming, knowing I was completely alone, no cars or other people around, the peak of the mountain looming above me and the tunnel before me. Yeah, I was a little scared, but excited too. I knew there was only one way back, and that was to get on my bike and ride.
Fortunately, as I rode towards the tunnel, the parks board had just driven through the tunnel so I knew for a fact there were no bears in there. Approaching it, the last vestiges of snow lay in dirty white piles alongside the gravel trail, and a cold wind assaulted me before the tunnel was even visible, around a curve. From what I understand, even in the summer the tunnel is cold and it's advisable to wear a jacket.
Once in the tunnel, I turned on the bike light I'd purchased specifically for the occasion, a very bright LED light that lit enough area for me to cycle comfortably through the tunnel. My initial trepidation was replaced by the thrill of the journey, and by the time I reached the end of the tunnel, I was relaxed in my surroundings.
Exiting the tunnel, it was more obvious than at the beginning, exactly how much mountain was on top of it, with vistas of the surrounding area and the steep drop offs down the side. A brief break and back on my bike, but only for a short stint before glacier lilies caught my attention. White, pale pink and a deep burgundy colour lined the trails, adding colour to the mossy and forest greens that are prevalent.
My next challenge were the trestles that interrupted the gravel paths. A huge fear of heights had me in a cold sweat at the prospect of riding the first trestle, with the noise of traffic from the I-90 reaching up from a long way below. Riding onto the trestle, all I could focus on was getting across, and as my bike got bogged down in some heavy gravel, determination had me pushing hard to reach the other side.
Once across and my heart slowing to a normal pace, I was relieved that it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. The rest of the trestles became easier, to the point where I could actually stop mid-span and take photos. That was a major accomplishment for me, as my fear of heights as plagued me since I was very young.
I will continue the journey in another blog tomorrow, but suffice it to say that I can hardly wait to return to North Bend and ride the trail again. I'll go in June when the weather might be a little better, but it was the best ride I've taken.
Murder or self defence -
There's a lot of play right now in the UK media because a couple of thugs were threatening a man of 78 in his kitchen and he got the screwdriver off one of them and stabbed him with it. Both guys fled, and the stabbed one collapsed and died in the street.
The 78 year old was arrested, and kept in jail overnight. He was threatened with being charged with murder, but the community rose in an uproar, even the touchy-feely media took his side, a fund was instantly started to help him with his legal fees, and he is home again.
The thug's family are saying loudly that he didn't deserve to die (he has a history of breaking and entering, intimidation, robbery, etc, and has done jail time) and floral tributes are now being left for him outside the OAP's home.
So far as I am concerned, if you can't take the heat, don't go into the kitchen. Live by violence, die by violence. If you ask for trouble, expect trouble, even from a nice soft target like an OAP who doesn't know the rules and didn't back down. Yes, yes, terribly unfair that he fought back, how DARE he. But you started it!!
It seems so far as the authorities are concerned, if you are being threatened by thugs 40 years younger than yourself waving a rudimentary weapon in your face, you should meekly play along, hope not to become a statistic, and let them have whatever they want. The authorities will sort justice out later ...
I may vanish without warning, I'm supposed to be teaching but my 1.30 class cancelled. I have to be on standby in case new pupils are suddenly slotted in but until then
The 78 year old was arrested, and kept in jail overnight. He was threatened with being charged with murder, but the community rose in an uproar, even the touchy-feely media took his side, a fund was instantly started to help him with his legal fees, and he is home again.
The thug's family are saying loudly that he didn't deserve to die (he has a history of breaking and entering, intimidation, robbery, etc, and has done jail time) and floral tributes are now being left for him outside the OAP's home.
So far as I am concerned, if you can't take the heat, don't go into the kitchen. Live by violence, die by violence. If you ask for trouble, expect trouble, even from a nice soft target like an OAP who doesn't know the rules and didn't back down. Yes, yes, terribly unfair that he fought back, how DARE he. But you started it!!
It seems so far as the authorities are concerned, if you are being threatened by thugs 40 years younger than yourself waving a rudimentary weapon in your face, you should meekly play along, hope not to become a statistic, and let them have whatever they want. The authorities will sort justice out later ...
I may vanish without warning, I'm supposed to be teaching but my 1.30 class cancelled. I have to be on standby in case new pupils are suddenly slotted in but until then
online today!
Artificial Intelligence
With the rise of AI, is humanity doomed? Or are we flourishing like never before?
Robotic world is taking over almost everything that we can think of. The question is? What are the pros and cons?
My personal opinion is that, it is good, for as long as we don't get superficially controlled by them and completely take over our human ability to think and act independently.
What about you? Any opinions?
Good morning blog world.
It's a beautiful day and life is peachy.
Hope everyone is happy.
Robotic world is taking over almost everything that we can think of. The question is? What are the pros and cons?
My personal opinion is that, it is good, for as long as we don't get superficially controlled by them and completely take over our human ability to think and act independently.
What about you? Any opinions?
Good morning blog world.
It's a beautiful day and life is peachy.
Hope everyone is happy.
The Underdogs Kings in Ancient literature
An "Underdog" as defined by dictionary.com is,
(1). A person who is expected to lose in a contest or conflict.
(2). A victim of social or political injustice.
Based on the above definition, the earliest literature that depicts an underdog for me is,
(1). Ramayana of Valmiki in the war between King Rama & king Rava.
(2). The second ancient literature that comes to mind is Iliad of Homerus & the battle of Troy, a 10year war won through the Trojan horse.
King Rava steals the wife of prince Ramayana, a victim of already political and/or social injustice.
Prince Paris steals the wife of king Agamemnon.
The similarities in both of this ancient literature are very striking first and foremost on the above.
(3). A third underdog that comes to mind is Odysseus, expected to lose the throne & kingdom by the suitors claiming both his throne & kingdom through placing under pressure his wife to break his loyalty to him & choose one of them as the new King through marriage to her.
(4). The fourth case of underdog that comes to mind is King David in the battle with Goliath.
In all of these cases, the victims of social injustice never expected to win the battle or conflict, have risen up & taken up a battle that was considered lost & won this.
In all of these cases, most may have given up just in the face of adversity & inequality of strength in battle or war taken up.
(1). What lessons can be learned & applied in everyday life and society from the above Kings underdogs(based on the definition of an underdog earlier provided)?.
(2). Have you ever been an underdog, a victim of social or political injustice, in a conflict or contest , expected to lose and in the end, WON?.
(3). What do you think differentiated these kings underdogs from the rest crowd that enabled victory in a war or battle, expected at any point or in general to be lost?.
Looking forwarding to reading answers to any of the above questions.
Note: An underdog can also be a group of people despite the fact that dictionary.com makes reference specifically to a person.
Thank you.
(1). A person who is expected to lose in a contest or conflict.
(2). A victim of social or political injustice.
Based on the above definition, the earliest literature that depicts an underdog for me is,
(1). Ramayana of Valmiki in the war between King Rama & king Rava.
(2). The second ancient literature that comes to mind is Iliad of Homerus & the battle of Troy, a 10year war won through the Trojan horse.
King Rava steals the wife of prince Ramayana, a victim of already political and/or social injustice.
Prince Paris steals the wife of king Agamemnon.
The similarities in both of this ancient literature are very striking first and foremost on the above.
(3). A third underdog that comes to mind is Odysseus, expected to lose the throne & kingdom by the suitors claiming both his throne & kingdom through placing under pressure his wife to break his loyalty to him & choose one of them as the new King through marriage to her.
(4). The fourth case of underdog that comes to mind is King David in the battle with Goliath.
In all of these cases, the victims of social injustice never expected to win the battle or conflict, have risen up & taken up a battle that was considered lost & won this.
In all of these cases, most may have given up just in the face of adversity & inequality of strength in battle or war taken up.
(1). What lessons can be learned & applied in everyday life and society from the above Kings underdogs(based on the definition of an underdog earlier provided)?.
(2). Have you ever been an underdog, a victim of social or political injustice, in a conflict or contest , expected to lose and in the end, WON?.
(3). What do you think differentiated these kings underdogs from the rest crowd that enabled victory in a war or battle, expected at any point or in general to be lost?.
Looking forwarding to reading answers to any of the above questions.
Note: An underdog can also be a group of people despite the fact that dictionary.com makes reference specifically to a person.
Thank you.
When you don't have the words ...
I'm not sure what I would have said even if there hadn't been a language barrier, tbh. Picture it -
This morning my dog was doing her squat in the street (me standing by holding bag and waiting to swoop) and a kid of about 3 toddled up and tried to kick her in the face. Whaaaaaaaaat? The dog is better-behaved than she was but the kid would have lost his foot if he’d connected. She doesn’t like kids at the best of times. I gently straight-armed him since the dog couldn’t move at that precise moment, and glared. The kid beamed up at me.
Elderly escorting grandfather said something gruff (I don’t think in Spanish) and then shouted words at me when my swoop left a smear on the road. Since I was holding both the dog’s lead and a small and revoltingly warm packet I mimicked the kid’s kick in adult and very mature response and stalked off feeling ruffled.
Hell, most people don’t even bother to pick up their dog turds, they leave them to become part of the road or swept up by the frequent street cleaners. Maybe he’s a retired street cleaner.
If it had been Scotland, and a wee Scottish bairn, and a Scottish-speaking grandpa, I would have said that kicking any dog in the face is probably asking for trouble. But then anyone stupid enough to need that said probably deserves to learn the hard way.
But learn what? Should I have mashed the pickup into the kid’s face? Has he gotta learn that even when dogs don’t bite, owners do? Or do I just hope the next dog he tries that on is one of the few pit bull terriers that is NOT good with kids?
Morning all. You can bring it on, I feel scrappy.
This morning my dog was doing her squat in the street (me standing by holding bag and waiting to swoop) and a kid of about 3 toddled up and tried to kick her in the face. Whaaaaaaaaat? The dog is better-behaved than she was but the kid would have lost his foot if he’d connected. She doesn’t like kids at the best of times. I gently straight-armed him since the dog couldn’t move at that precise moment, and glared. The kid beamed up at me.
Elderly escorting grandfather said something gruff (I don’t think in Spanish) and then shouted words at me when my swoop left a smear on the road. Since I was holding both the dog’s lead and a small and revoltingly warm packet I mimicked the kid’s kick in adult and very mature response and stalked off feeling ruffled.
Hell, most people don’t even bother to pick up their dog turds, they leave them to become part of the road or swept up by the frequent street cleaners. Maybe he’s a retired street cleaner.
If it had been Scotland, and a wee Scottish bairn, and a Scottish-speaking grandpa, I would have said that kicking any dog in the face is probably asking for trouble. But then anyone stupid enough to need that said probably deserves to learn the hard way.
But learn what? Should I have mashed the pickup into the kid’s face? Has he gotta learn that even when dogs don’t bite, owners do? Or do I just hope the next dog he tries that on is one of the few pit bull terriers that is NOT good with kids?
Morning all. You can bring it on, I feel scrappy.
Donald Trump's motorcycle
Cool footage of one of Donald Trump's lesser known treasures: a one-of-a-kind gold-plated Chopper bike!
I'm thinking of getting a dishwasher.
In today's modern world, a man has little time or inclination for washing up. Especially all the greasy plates and cutlery, and all sorts of congealed muck which can grow fungus.
However, if I get a dishwasher and she cant cook properly or snorts when she laughs, technically I'd be better off doing them myself.
However, if I get a dishwasher and she cant cook properly or snorts when she laughs, technically I'd be better off doing them myself.
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