Neanderpundit

and the customer says ‘hey, let’s all go to that new mexican place, gusto del infierno!

you know it’s going to be a long night.

as I trudged afield in search of cervids, I saw a guy out hunting rabbits. His dogs, beagles the size of Max, were all dressed in orange safety suits. He let them off the leash, and they went apeshit.

I do love that sound. I swear to god, you can kick a beagle, hit him in the head with a tire iron, yank his tail, cut off his floppy big ears with pinking shears- as long as he can hunt, he’s in heaven. I can barely wait till Max is calm enough to hunt.