Yeah,,, I trashed that last post.

I ain’t giving up on the Cozz,,,

He ain’t gonna like it, I AIN’T GONNA LIKE IT, but I have an option.

Dog Kennel.   I can’t keep the rug rat out of my shit when I am not home, and I can’t afford to lose tools to the boredom chewings of a pittie-pupper.

Interesting point here: I hate dog kennels.   HATES ‘EM!!!   I don’t like crates either.    I understand people swear by ’em, but I don’t like it.   I have always felt like its ‘jailing’ a dog for the simple fact of EXISTING.   That shit ain’t right!!! 

But when that existing is starting to cost me in tools and materials, we hit a point where something needs done.   

But the point I was trying to make: My bread and butter is making dog kennels.   That big project I just spent three weeks completing was panels for dog kennel buildings.  three buildings, for a total of 18 individual kennels.   I don’t know if the people that buy these things are breeders, puppy mills, or what, but when the bosses say “make this”, Dio makes that.  

He ain’t gonna like it, I AIN’T GONNA LIKE IT.    Serious mental issues forthcoming in my overthinking self, but we will both get through this stage.    Or we don’t and I find him a new home.  BUT I will TRY first.

And yeah,, as much as I hate the idea of ‘alterations’, poor boy is likely gonna lose his balls soon.   I swore that I wasn’t ever going to do that to another dog after Voodoo.   The reason being, it changed Voodoo in strange ways.   He was never the same dog afterwards.   It bothered me.  

BUT,,, A pittie with his balls in the environment I dwell near,,,  That boy would get his ass in serious trouble looking for love in the wrong places: IE, my cousins mutts.   That pack would kill him, or at least tear his ass apart and I would be putting even MORE money into his wellbeing and repair.   We’ve already been down this road once this year, and when he starts getting interests, that is going to escalate.

Kennel time.  And I can only hope I don’t bring down a ton of karmic sewage in the process.

as I said,  He ain’t gonna like it, I ain’t gonna like.  

Fact is, I enjoy having him around.  He’s a big goofball when I can interact with him, plays good with all the rest of the housemates, even if Mama is still on the fence about it.  He and Elbee are bestest buds!!!  chasing each other around the yard, playing pounce in the weeds, , , ,

He’s a good dog,,, its just this chewing phase,,,, I can’t afford it if tools start getting gnawed into scrap. (I’m just glad as heck that I don’t have any fiberglass stuff on the bench.  That buffer is critical to good finishes.)  (and its not the first tool to get gnawed up, but the first to get destroyed.  I thought we had established ‘off limits’ there: I guess I was wrong.) 

And its not just the cost, but the danger factor.   Ever seen what happens when a Li-ion Battery gets punctured?    I worry that he will ‘trip’ on one of my batteries and get a mouthful of HOT DEATH.  I do what I can, but obviously he has methods too.  The scrap building up in my yard, from his forays into the ‘hood for toys, is testament to that.

kennel time  😦   

He can run when I am home and can keep an eye on things, and what he is finding to chew on. 

Live

LOVE (this is an act of love and I figure if I keep saying that, it may take,,,)

Laugh

Learn

LOAD