If I am outside, they are right there, underfoot!
Once, I was trying to get the blades off my shredder. I was up 'n under it struggling with a tight bolt. I might even have let a bad word slip out as I strained to loosen it.
Those dogs thought I was fighting something so they got up 'n under it with me to help. They were barkin' growlin, snarlin' and bitin' the blade and the long inch & half wrench.
We were all closed up under there and they 'bout made me go deaf with all of the loud noise. They were both stepping on me as they fought that "Booger" I couldn't move with 2 100lb. dogs on top of me. And besides that, I couldn't help but laugh at the rediculousness of the situation!
It continued until we were all 3 wore out. I was covered with sweat. I couldn't get nuthin else done that day on account of gettin' tickled every time I thought about it.
I tied 'em both up the next day so I get the blades off.
Edited by coachblalock (03/27/20 03:41 PM)
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