(But it's too hot).
German shepherds who go through fence gates as though they were not there make good neighbors essential.
The lady on the opposite corner brought him back this morning after he went over to visit with her dogs. We didn't even realize he was gone.
While I was down in the basement sorting laundry, the Little Man kindly dropped his rawhide bone in the pile of whites on the floor, and it went through the hot-with-bleach cycle.
He now has the cleanest chew toy in town, and I now have soggy rawhide crumbs on my socks and sheets.
From Pack O Fun, January 1977, a bulldog to make from a pair of men's work socks. Two pages of instructions can be found on my Flickr account, and an e-copy of the original publication on the Internet Archive.
From Pack O Fun magazine, August 1973, making a dollhouse and furniture out of corncobs - which I thought appropriate since we bought and ate our first 2021 sweet corn yesterday. The weather here has been crazy, we don't even have green beans to pick yet, which is unheard of for mid-July.
Several years' worth of the magazine can be found on the Internet Archive, but the earlier ones are the most fun. They claim on the cover to be "The Only Scrap Craft Magazine," and their projects are all made with matchsticks, cardboard boxes, detergent cartons, and other bits of household detritus. The later issues evolved to mostly projects using purchased craft store items, alas.
Let me know if anyone tackles the matchstick eagle! The instruction page for the corncob furniture can be found on my Flickr account.
Brother #2, his lovely wife, and an exceptionally nice golden Labrador named Maggie came for a visit yesterday. We had to shut the boys in the backyard because Maggie just had The Operation and her stitches weren't up to being hit with seventy pounds of exuberant affection (Little Man) and eighty pounds of jealous rage (Batdog).
Poor Maggie was not made welcome by the Old Gunfighter. While she was lying under my brother's chair, he entered the room.
He stopped. His head dropped, his tail flattened, and he took three slow, deliberate steps forward with an outraged look on his face.
Maggie twitched nervously (as who wouldn't), and he hissed and then stationed himself behind my chair and watched her like a hawk until we all went out to enjoy the evening breezes on the front porch.
I went in to pet him before going to bed last night and he bit me.
From The Popular Mechanics Do It Yourself Encyclopedia, Vol 4. I'm having great fun paging through the online volumes.
It's missing a couple of volumes but this one is on the Internet Archive.
So, I spent today at the county EMA office. I will be there tomorrow and Saturday.
(We're supposed to get four more inches this weekend).
Because we all have one just hanging around the basement or garage. Modern Mechanics, February 1937.
Liberty means responsibility. That is why most men dread it. ~ George Bernard Shaw