Sometimes, I outwit my dogs. Sometimes they outwit me. A couple months back, I spent a PILE of money putting up a 6 foot wooden fence to confine them. They’re good jumpers but not quite that good; five feet seemed to be about their limit. Day One free in the yard, they managed to tunnel under it to get to my next door neighbor’s yard and harass their elderly German Shepard. That was easy to fix with some cinderblocks at the base of the fence. And we’ve gone several months now with them being able to run joyously free.

So yesterday, I was working in my home office when I heard a tapping at the front door. Thinking it might be WebDom or 10b0t, I foolishly answered it. It was a young guy wearing a safety vest and a lanyard. The dogs were on the other side of the fence barking furiously. “DANGER DANGER DANGER!!! HE MIGHT URINATE IN THE YARD!!!” I determined to hustle him out of there as quickly as possible when suddenly Kaiser came bounding over. How the fuck could he do that??? I grabbed him, put him back inside, commented, “You might want to leave now before the next one gets loose…” when Rosie came bounding over as well. Doing a post-mortem, I determined that they figured out how to use the railing of my rear deck as a launching point, totally foiling the fence.

I have visions of my pile of money, all in a heap, on fire.

On that depressing note, let’s get to birthdays, mostly because they include a piece of shit statist who has become a fetish-object for the Left; an inadvertent travel agent; a guy who was a master of playing with his organ; a guy who was the object of an absolutely hilarious Bill Cosby monologue; a definitive moptop during the Beatles era; a fine singer-songwriter with the name of an assassin; and a hottie who ought to bring you coffee.

Also depressing, mostly, are Links.

It’s a good thing Trump isn’t looking for more war, right? Might as well get Obama and Nuland back.

It’s a good thing Trump isn’t looking for more war, right? Might as well get Bush and Cheney back.

Extra points if he looks like Laurence Olivier.

The Magic 8-Ball says, “Very doubtful.”

No wonder the Left hates him.

The Mondrian illustrating the article is a nice touch.

I think they should have given her access. With a true inside view.

Ending QI is a fine idea as long as we also do that for big city cops. Oh wait, they have a union who gives us money?

Over/under on 48 hours before some dickwad spray paints “FREE GAZA.”

At least we still have Lou Reed.

The Old Guy certainly has a theme for music this weekend. Having been married to an accomplished trombonist, I am aware of the advantages of women who can handle brass instruments with a strong embouchure. Besides superb playing, I get a kick out of music I originally learned from Looney Tunes.