July 2251
Tarbos, six weeks later
“Gawd almighty, would you look at that?” Horace Hamilton gaped at the sight.
The Mountain View’s Pilot Lounge offered a good view of space to the starboard side of the ship, and it was there that the newest ship in the Fleet was coasting slowly into the Fleet’s new orbital spacedock. The battle cruiser Orleans was the first in its class, fifteen hundred meters of dark metal around a huge Gellar tunnel. Bumps on the giant cylinder housed particle beam emitters and missile pods.
“Would you look at all those guns? God, there must be thirty, forty emitters. And I can see six missile bays just on this side. What a monster!”
“Settle down, Horse.”
“Angel, you want to make any bets against running a simulated attack on that?”
Lieutenant Commander Andrea Crider looked at her wingman. “It’s just another ship, Horse. They’ve all got their weak spots.”
“This one ain’t got very many, Angel.”
“If the Grugell ever come storming in with a fleet, you’d better hope you’re right.”
The Orleans
Admiral Gauss looked up from his desk when the panel door to his Flag stateroom opened. “Jerry. Have we docked yet?”
“We’re about to, sir,” Captain Jensen replied. “I thought you’d want to come watch.”
“I’ll pass. I’ve seen ships dock before.”
“Yes, sir.”
“What I need you to do, Jerry, is get in contact with the Mountain View, the Reuben James, the Ian Mac Vie, the Robert Pritchard, and the Cairo. Set up an assembly formation in the Mountain View’s Hangar Bay. I want ship Captains, XO’s, squadron leaders and XO’s, Chief Engineers, Chief Medical Officers, and whoever else the ship’s Captains think are essential personnel. Arrange to have the address piped over to all personnel standing watch on the ships. With the Flag here now, this is officially a Task Group. Time to let ‘em know what we’re going to be doing.”
“I’ll get to it, sir. Anything else?”
“Yeah. Find out where the best place is to get a steak down in Mountain View. I’ve had my fill of shipboard food. I bet you have too.”
Captain Jensen chuckled. “I’ll get right on that, sir.”
“Jerry?”
“Yes, sir?”
“Your wife and kids, have you got them passage from Earth to Tarbos?”
“They’ll be in on the Adirondack in eight weeks, sir.”
“We should be back from exercises by then. You’ll be here to meet your family, Jerry.”
“Nobody ever said this was supposed to be easy duty, sir.”
The Shade Tree
“Coming out of subspace in three, two, one, out now.”
The Shade Tree lurched slightly as it dropped into normal space. Dead ahead was the orb of a type G star.
“Running spectrographic analysis now,” Indira Krishnavarna called from Scanning. “Data confirms that’s New Albion’s sun. We’re about two days travel standard sublight drive. No other traffic detected in the area.”
“Good. Ahead one-third. Navs, arrange for and plot a standard parking orbit for New Albion as soon as you can pick up the planet. Anybody remember if New Albion has a Skyhook?”
“One, Captain, about sixty kilometers from the port,” Krishnavarna answered. “Kinross is the port town, and about two hundred kilometers from that is Glengarry, that’s the capital.”
“Good. We should let someone down there know that they’re going to have company. Indira, get that tracking system of yours set up, start scanning for transit tracks.”
“Already doing it, Captain. There’s nothing showing right now. I don’t know how long a track will show after a transit, though.”
“Something else we’ll have to find out.”
The Mountain View’s Hangar deck
“Officers and crew of Task Force One. The Task Force Commander.”
The assembled personnel in the Hangar snapped to attention to the clatter of folding metal chairs. Rear Admiral Isaac Gauss, the newly arrived Commander in Chief, Task Force One, strode the central aisle of the room to the podium at the front. “Take your seats,” he barked.
“Before I left Earth,” he began, “Fleet Admiral Kosake charged me – charged us – with the task of securing the frontier. Now, for those of you who haven’t really thought about that, let me tell you exactly what that means.
“We’ve got eight ships. The new battle cruiser CSS Orleans, and the carrier Mountain View, both the first and only ships in their classes. We have the light cruisers Dallas and Settlement, and the frigates Ian Mac Vie, Reuben James, Robert Pritchard and Farragut. Eight ships, two wings of A-66 attack fighters, and one of A-70 strike fighters.”
Gauss tapped a contact on the podium, and a giant holographic map of the Confederacy swam into view over the assembled officers and crewmembers. Along one side of Confederate space, outward in the spiral arm, the border was traced in red; this was the Grugell frontier.
“That red line is what concerns me. On the other side of that red line is a hostile, totalitarian, militarized dictatorship that threatens our very existence. Our eight ships have been charged with securing this border, which for your information is just over sixty thousand light years by almost a million light years in the plane of the ecliptic.
“That’s a lot of ground to cover, people. That’s one hundred and eighty billion square light years of border. With eight ships. How are we to guard one hundred and eighty billion light years with eight ships? We face the same problem Napoleon faced on old Earth – too much border. Old Bony told his generals ‘you can’t be strong everywhere, so pick one spot and be strong there, and hope it’s the right spot.’ Well, we have a plan for that, and when we leave tomorrow for Fleet exercises in the New Albion system – the system nearest that border – you’ll know what that plan is. But for today, I want you to know what my thoughts and intentions for the Task Force we are forming here right now.
“What concerns me, people, is what’s going on across that red line. Back on Earth, we have had all too much historical precedence that tells us what to expect from military dictatorships. What we can expect is that this dictatorship, this ‘Empire,’ will not be able to co-exist peacefully with a free society. We can expect a fight, and probably sooner rather than later. Time works for us, not for them, and they have to know that.
“Which brings me to my next concern. They know more about us than we do them. You’ve all seen the briefing data. The Grugell have cloaked ships, and they’ve routinely run reconnaissance missions into the Confederacy. They know the locations of our major settled worlds, and they know our traffic lanes. We know nothing about them. We need to start an active reconnaissance program to learn their transit lanes, their standard jump points, and their primary settled worlds.
“But most of all, people – most of all, you all have my word, this Task Force will be ready when that fight comes. Now down there on Tarbos, some of the politicians are nattering about finding some sort of ‘common ground,’ with the Grugell. They want to ‘negotiate,’ when we’re the ones negotiating from a weaker position. Well, I’m here to tell you that their position is pure, unadulterated bullshit.” He paused to let the profanity sink in; most of the assembled audience weren’t used to hearing Flag officers swear in public. “When the fight comes, and it will come, the only way we’ll achieve a peace is to win that fight. And we will win it decisively, finally, overwhelmingly.
“It’s going to be hard. Training for this fight is going to be hard. We’ll be in space for months at a time. There will be long nights with no sleep, there will be drills after drills after drills. We’ll run exercises until we’re about to drop, and then we’ll run them again.
“Some of you won’t be able to take it. When that happens, we’ll drop you down there on Tarbos next time we make port; you’ll turn in your uniforms and find yourself some other occupation. But those of you that do, and by God that will be most of you, we’ll be the finest fighting force in the Galaxy. And that’s because we’re fighting for something.
“And that’s the biggest thing of all. Look around you, all of you, to your left and right. The politicians in the wrangling down there on the surface, they make a lot of noise about freedom and liberty, but that’s a distant thing when you’re boarding an enemy ship with a pistol in your hand, or when you’re dodging particle beam fire in a fighter, trying to get in missile-launch range. When the fight comes, you’ll be fighting alongside the people around you now, and you’ll be fighting for them, and for the Navy, for the honor and pride of the Navy. Because without the Navy, there won’t be any Confederacy, and there won’t be any freedom and liberty. There will only be the smoking ruins of our cities, and the iron fist of an Empire over the Galaxy. And I swear before you this day, I will fight alongside any one of you myself to prevent that from happening.
“There’s just one thing I want you to remember when this fight comes. A long time ago, on Earth during the Second World War, a general addressed his troops before a battle just as I’m doing now. He told them that no battle was ever won by going out to die for your country – battles are won by making the other poor dumb bastards die for their country. Good words to remember.
“We’ll leave the Tarbos system at eight-hundred local time tomorrow with the Orleans, the Mountain View, the Dallas, and the Ian Mac Vie, Reuben James, and the Farragut. We’ll be headed for the New Albion system to perform our first Fleet exercise. The details of that exercise, which we’re calling Prescient Force, are awaiting you in your ship’s Signals sections as I speak. You – every one of you – will carry out your tasks to the best of your ability. Either that, or you’ll be finding a new line of work. I want you to make sure that everyone on every one of your ships out there,” he pointed to the ceiling, “Understands that as well.”
“That is all,” the Admiral concluded. As he stepped back from the podium and turned to walk down the main aisle out of the hangar, a grizzled Master Chief Petty Officer shouted, “Atten-tion!”
A roar rose from the room as the assembled Navy officers and crew snapped to their feet. “First Flight, sir!” was the thunderous exhortation, shouted simultaneously by over a thousand people.
Gauss swept down the main aisle between rows of officers standing at rigid attention, his aide following closely. “You’re responsible for that, aren’t you Jerry?” he asked, sotto voce.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir,” Captain Jensen replied, his expression carefully neutral.
At the rear of the room, a gray-haired, stern-looking man in the green uniform of a Master Chief Petty Officer waited for them. Service hash marks ran most of the way from his elbow to his wrist, each representing three years of service; the Navy had allowed transfers from the various armed services on Earth to include their former time as time-in-service in the new Confederate force. Judging by his left sleeve, Gauss estimated that the hoary old Master Chief had seen better than thirty years in uniform.
As Admiral Gauss approached, the gray-haired old Master Chief stepped forward and saluted.
“Admiral Gauss,” he announced, his voice gravelly and rough. “I’m Master Chief Bosun’s Mate Paul Ortega. I’m the Division Master Chief.” That title announced him as the senior non-commissioned officer in the Task Group and its support units. As such, Master Chief Ortega would be as much the Admiral’s right-hand man as his ubiquitous Chief of Staff.
“Pleased to meet you, Master Chief,” Gauss replied, returning the man’s salute and then shaking his hand. “This is my Chief of Staff, Captain Jensen.”
“Sir.” Master Chief Ortega acknowledged the Captain politely.
“What’s on your mind, Master Chief?”
“Just making my welcome, sir. We’ve got something in common, I understand. You came to the Navy from the U.S. Air Force, is that right?”
“Yes. And you did too, right?”
“Yes sir. I was a Master Sergeant; last posting was at Petersen Air Force Base in Colorado Springs. I signed up with the Navy the year they opened up offices on Earth.”
“Where’s your office, Master Chief?”
“I’ve been here on the Mountain View, sir. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I figured you’ll be using the Orleans as your flagship, so I was planning to move my office and staff over there.”
“Of course. Can you get that done yet today?”
“It’s already happening, sir.”
“Is your family here?”
“Yessir. We’ve got Base housing, in fact, down in Mountain View. Bumped a Chief Gunner’s Mate. He wasn’t too happy about it, but you know what they say about the bricks falling in.”
“I do,” Gauss chuckled at the ancient Service idiom. “Good. I’ll see you on board, then, Master Chief.”
The grizzled old NCO rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “That was a good speech you gave there, sir. Nice to see an Admiral that really gets what we’re trying to do out here. Wish you could kick some of that up a little higher. Well. I’d best get on back to my office, make sure my people are hustling. I’ll see you at port call, sir.”
“Very well, Master Chief,” Gauss answered, returning the Master Chief’s salute.
The two officers turned into a branching corridor leading to the carrier’s starboard docking port, where a shuttle waited to take them back to the Orleans.
“Jerry,” Admiral Gauss said after a few moments of thought, “What do you suppose the Master Chief meant by that last comment?”
“I suppose, sir, that Fleet Admiral Kosake’s reputation precedes him – even out here.”
“His reputation?”
“He’s rumored to be – well, sir, I suppose timid is the word I’d use.”
“I’ve never met him. I sure hope that’s not true, Jerry – I hope to God that’s not true. We’ve got no hope if the guy in the top chair doesn’t have it where it counts.”
“Yes, sir.” Captain Jensen looked doubtful. Gauss let it drop.
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It’s a trap!
C’mon! Star Wars reference!
I am looking forward to the Big Incident.
Just got off the phone whit GE.
Their website says to call this number for information on parts and appliances.
So I call.
The number says “use our website”. The same site that said “call this number”.
No, really.
So I skate through some menus (every single one says go to the website)
I get to the parts support guy.
I explain my broken thermostat and new part and ask for help finding a wiring diagram.
“We dont have that.”
OK, what about the part? What is supposed to go where? At least if I can figure out where each connector is supposed to go i can trace out the ones I have and wire it up right.
“We dont have wiring diagrams for a part. That is for the appliance”
Uh…. so how do I know what connector 4 does?
“You have to call a local service company”
But it is a GE part. You are the GE part guy. You cannot tell me how a GE part from GE is supposed to work?
“Again, you will have to call a local technician for help with that.”
But how does he find out what the connectors are for?
“They have experience working on these appliances and they will be able to help you.”
Oh FFS! No diagram for one of the most singular appliances of all time, no instruction or schematic for any part?
So now, even if I can trace out every wire myself, I still dont know what the connectors on the new part are for.
Son of a bitch!
This is literally a 10 minute job. Every connection is just a spade connector!
Gaaaaaah!
Maybe google image search for a wiring diagram – someone may have posted one online and a search could find it. I have had some success in the past like that.
Ha!!!! Yeah, suck it GE!
I had looked on the back for a wiring diagram and had no luck
But there was a cavity behind the front control panel. I didnt open it all the way up when I was checking the parts. But I just did… and when I looked from the opposite angle there was something on the side. It was really hard to see.
What is that???
An envelope!
With a wiring diagram neatly folded inside!!!
Yeah, screw you, mindless corporate robot!!!!!
You might think the parts rep would have told you to check there, but apparently not.
Yesterday when I said sometimes they have a big sticker on them I should have mentioned the possibility of the skematic under the front cover.
Our JennAir is that way, fridge has it inside the motor compartment in the back.
Sorry.
“We dont have wiring diagrams for a part. That is for the appliance”
I deal with the goddamn customers so the engineers don’t have to!
Normally my wife deals with “customer service”, but when our GE Cafe (top of the entire fucking corporate brand) refrigerator went to shit on us, I handled it. From the very first human I spoke with I told them “your job is to say no and as soon as you’ve done that, great, pass me up to the next level”. I eventually got to the person who could say yes, and then we worked it how they were going to make it right. I paid a nominal amount (less than I’d already paid in out-of-warranty repairs) and they sent me a new unit, and that one is still working.
Try YouTube, I have had luck there.
I am very, very fortunate to have an appliance parts and repair shop in my town. The people who work there are awesome, if you call about a part they stop you and ask, “What’s going on?” It usually ends up with, “Oh yes, that model has that problem, you will need…” and they’ll proceed to tell you how to fix it.
We got stuck with Sears home repairs for an appliance repair. They no longer have real people on their help lines: all AI and website.
An envelope!
With a wiring diagram neatly folded inside!!!
Praise Jeezis!
Isn’t there some sort of internet repair manual repository? Naturally, I can’t remember the name…
Scribid or something like that.
This answers my “do they have FTL comms?” question.
In today’s “why tho?” discovery:
https://www.lodgecastiron.com/products/10-25-inch-seasoned-cast-iron-world-of-warcraft-skillet?variant=54034530173300
Alas, I don’t think you can just send them art otherwise I’d get me a Glibs pan.
https://www.lodgecastiron.com/pages/custom-shop
They do make a Buc’ees one though
https://texassnax.com/products/buc-ees-cast-iron-pan
They make a Buc’ees swimsuit, which I should buy as a spare for when Northerners visit.
https://texassnax.com/collections/mens-swimwear-1/products/buc-ees-black-logo-swim-trunks
Find someone with a CNC mill and take them your pan.
I have a pretty cushy life now, but there are days when I regret not becoming a machinist.
I regret taking all the extra math and science classes in high school and not
Taking machine shop.
I have a mill, a line boring machines and a lathe and can barely operate them.
Huh.
Rear Admiral Isaac Gauss’s speech reminds me of this…
https://youtu.be/bRkfDMChzlI?si=FJ1fZolzqjwJnPnZ
Reality distortion pool
“The vivid blue coating will fundamentally alter the visual and experiential character of the pool and the broader Lincoln Memorial Grounds landscape,” the complaint from the Cultural Landscape Foundation and its president, Charles Birnbaum, alleges. “The new coloration will cause the pool to resemble a large swimming pool rather than the reflective civic landscape it was designed to be, distorting the experience of the site for the millions of visitors who come to it each year.”
Lay off the sauce, buddy.
I could see the same words coming out of that guy’s mouth when Henry Bacon originally designed it. Only back then he would be totally ignored. We give concern trolls far too much time in the media.
Somebody’s beak didn’t get wetted as a consultant? Part of the $300M that was budgeted?
I made the mistake if clicking into an article at Salon. The heading and sub-heading talked about putting down your phones, stopping the ground, and getting relaxed again.
The first half dozen paragraphs talking 9/11, W and his war boner for the muslims, and so forth.
These people have absolutely no ability to separate their lives from politics.
I don’t understand how people can get to that point mentally, unless there were an actual illness involved.
You might want to read Hannah Arendt The Origins of Totalitarianism – it explores exactly why politics becomes the center of someone’s life.
stopping the grind . . .
fucking typos.
“Every time you think you’re talking
you’re just movin’ your mouth
Every time you think you’re walking
you’re just movin’ the ground…”
“Stopping the ground” kinda makes sense, poetically. Get yourself planted, sorted on Terra firma.
NEVER APOLOGIZE! NOR CORRECT! HUUZZZAAAAH!
“These people have absolutely no ability to separate their lives from politics.”
That’s the left in a nutshell. They have an inability to even understand why people aren’t buying what they are selling nor are willing to understand.
Birnbaum, a former Park Service landscape architect, claims to have suffered an“aesthetic injury” — similar to claims Trump has ridiculed in connection with litigation over his attempt to build a new ballroom on the site formerly occupied by the White House’s East Wing.
“Mr. Birnbaum’s aesthetic enjoyment of the Reflecting Pool—as a historic designed landscape whose character he has documented, championed, and personally appreciated over many years—is being concretely harmed by Defendants’ ongoing alteration of its character-defining features,” the complaint says. “He will continue to suffer this aesthetic injury unless and until the historic character of the pool is restored.”
An open and shut case.
When something is defined by trash, you’ve lost the plot.
The case should be opened and shut on Birnbaum’s balls, assuming he has any…
Can I sue over the aesthetic assault that is your average Black Lives Matter mural?
*pulls out paper bag…*
I have a solution to his problem with the pool. https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0203119/
@robodruid, @dude, and I went to Hayek’s service. It was short, sweet, and lovely. The bouquet around her urn was absolutely in keeping with her personality: bright, colorful, and eclectic.
Sorry about the glare off the glass. It was really the only shot I could get and not be outrageously rude.
Oh, and also, I left a Glibs pin by her picture. The family asked us who we were and thanked us for coming. We explained our community a little bit and said there were a lot of people who loved her and respected her. Her sister said, “OH DID YOU GO ON THE CRUISE?!?!” Well, not me. It finally clicked for them and they said, “Oh, are you the Glibertarians???” Yes. Yes, we are.
I’m giggle-crying a bit at this. Thank you.
We are legion.
😀
We were invited to the repast, but we didn’t want to intrude on family.
Thank you so much for this. The pin, the three of you in respectful attendance, and the picture.
That is wonderful. Thank you.
giggle-crying
Damn, that nails it.
And thanks to the three of you for being a manifestation of this silly little community.
That’s great.
Thanks Moj et al,
You exemplify what makes the Glibs and this place special.
It warms the cockles a bit to see the community of this place go into meat space, especially for something like that.
The whole healthy and fine one moment and then sickness thing is pretty trippy. Definite reminder of how quick it can end for any of us. Will miss Hayek being around along with a few of the others who passed.
Bravo Zulu, Mojeaux & Robodruid (@dude == Mr. Mojeaux?). Thank you for representing us.
Yes, Dude is my husband. He REALLY objected to “Mr. Mojeaux.”
😀
My wife and I have different last names and I’m regularly referred to as “Mr. Wifes-last-name” when she makes a reservation; it doesn’t bother me at all.
She gets pissy when referred to as “Mrs. Slumbrew”, of course.
We were polite did not tell any bad stories. Hayek’s mother had medical issues and i imagine will soon join her. I was happy to see Mojeaux and Mr. Dude for the first time.
Hayek will be missed, i encourage all lurkers to say something a little more often now.
You guys are the tops.
They have an inability to even understand why people aren’t buying what they are selling nor are willing to understand.
religious zealotry will have that effect.
I’ve been exposed/read a number of leftist Christians who are bemoaning how friends of theirs, who are lovely people, wonderful Christians, are suddenly embracing racism and other evils. Apart from the ignorance displayed, I always have this minor irritation about something to do with this that I’ve never been able to put my finger on.
It’s just gelled with me in recent weeks. My leftist friends grapple with things like, “has my wonderful friend suddenly become a Nazi? Or perhaps they don’t have all the information I have which would help them understand how they LOOK like Nazis.” What I finally realized was irritating me is that these people never approach such things like this: “this friend of mine has always been wonderful and kind. Now they’re embracing things that I think make them Nazis. Perhaps EITHER I don’t understand what they’re saying OR the sources that I get my information from are wrong or both.” They don’t even have to admit they’ve been wrong about their own beliefs. Just view things that are said and done through the prism of what you know about people’s character rather than vice versa.
/rant off
It’s the Nazi hunters, and not the newly discovered Nazis, who have changed as a result of falling for a psyop started in 2012 for political purposes.
I made a post comparing the rates of violence from pitbulls to black males after stumbling onto a Reddit thread where people were talking about pitbulls being inherently violent threats. Needless to say the Redditors did not take kindly to that and instantly reported it which led to a “warning” from Reddit. Can’t say if it was AI or human.
I appealed it and they reversed it. Again, couldn’t say which it was.
For all the dumb shit Trump has done, at least he has helped stemmed the tide of the cultural cancer that is wokeness.
But yea the point wasn’t to necessarily degrade black males regardless. It’s about demonstrating how dumb the logic is. Fatal dog attacks on humans are fairly rare and a lot of things are riskier. Given their population size, pitbulls aren’t exactly the top threat they’re made out to be. It’s also debated whether or how much they attack more and how much of it isn’t just the deadliness of the attacks. Little dogs can bite, but they just aren’t going to do the same damage, obviously. I don’t want to be delusional about the breed and the risks.
I’ve seen how fast this dog can flip his switch. The person may have earned it, but I need to control that and I’m working on it. He has become more skiddish around people especially males since the last incident. But I think it matters that he knows damn well to direct his violence at his target and not me. Even in his frenzied state trying to defend me he doesn’t get aggressive towards me. I can get him away from the threat and he stops the aggression instantly and listens to commands more than even normal. I was able to take him in and out of his kennel with ease with all that going on. I feel like that’s significant in judging his real temperament.
Topic has obviously become personal for me. Never had a pit until the current one, though he’s in my opinion the most handsome pittbull I’ve seen. I’ve always found them fairly ugly rather than necessarily dangerous.
You also can’t weed out the breed of dog from the types of people most likely to own it.
I’ve seen some stuff on how an odd amount of pitbull attacks involve 2-3 of them rather than one in isolation. Which to me almost says quite a bit about the owner in itself if you have multiple pitbulls running loose.
Final point – the dog peeing in his kennel was a major source of conflict and tension. The dog has been away from the other person for two weeks now. He is left alonne for 8-9 hour stretches. One that went to just shy of 11. Surprise surprise – dog is perfectly well behaved. I had been training him to get out of the kennel. He wouldn’t pee when he knew Id be back, but if he knew I was going and the other person was going to be home (based on clothing and aspects of my routine he’s picked up on), he’d pee within minutes of me leaving.
Now nothing. Just removing this person from the equation has basically solved the “issue.”
I told this cunt for god knows how long to just act like a decent human being and so many of the problems they had with the dog would solve themselves. It just doesn’t sink it. They thought the dog was peeing out of spite like a human and beyond that just can’t control themselves at all.
But yea, rant over.
Chihuahuas are one of the top five breeds that send people to the emergency room. They are extremely aggressive with people outside of their families and bite hard and deep. But yeah, they’re not going to kill you.
But to reiterate one thing – I’m real fucking proud of the little dude. He’s been a super star. I was nervous as fuck leaving him alone because he could hurt himself or just bark up a storm/cry with the other person around, but he’s been perfect and given me more peace of mind than he was with the other person.
It’s also nice to see him prove me right in a number of ways from the why he was peeing (anxiety because the other person is a cunt with no self-control the dog obviously can’t trust) to the idea of him being a bad dog who can’t act right.
Dog has also been socializing with other people every day without issue. I take him out a lot. He’s hyped and just a tad exuberant, but not aggressive.
I commend you for doing the right thing by him.
Pits are awesome. But they’re also crazy strong, so when some shithead mistreats them and they act like an abused dog, the consequences can be serious.
We’re always observing that if our 60 lb pit-mix acted the way half the little dogs act, people would call the cops on us all the time.
Enter Stonetoss
Dogs indeed learn to hate particular people.
My boy thought it was funny to scare the dog when he was little and the dog was a puppy. He would make angry faces and growl at the dog to get it to growl back.
Now the dog growls and barks and charges him any time he walks toward me if I am laying down.
Only him, nobody else. Ever.
Oddly, the dog obeys him way more than everyone else and will perform ticks for him that he will not do for anyone else, even for me.
“this friend of mine has always been wonderful and kind. Now they’re embracing things that I think make them Nazis. Perhaps EITHER I don’t understand what they’re saying OR the sources that I get my information from are wrong or both.”
There are people who voted for Obama TWICE and then voted for Trump! They must have caught infectious Nazism. That’s the only explanation.
Sometimes I buy pre-fab guacamole. It comes in little individual serving tubs just about perfect for putting on a turkey sammich. Muy tasty.
Beats making a big batch and having it all go brown in a day or two.
Bury the avocado pit(s) in the guacamole, then press a plastic wrap tight to the surface. That will delay the browning.
I do exactly the same thing for my homemade tex-mex rice bowls. A cup of rice, half a pound of marinated chicken or ground beef, salsa, and a tub of guac = not hungry until dinnertime.
I had the miracle of leftover bison steak. I thin sliced it, added wild greens and ate it in a tortilla. Fantastic. Wish I could eat like that every day.
That sounds great RJ.
My wife has been making Rick Bayless recipes.
Sooo good.
Enchiladas are coming soon.
I don’t think I’ve ever had bison, but I’d like to try it…
Don’t be buffaloed.
Make sure you get the real deal.