So the dogs go into a tizzy fit because they see something outside. In my haste to get to the patio door to see what's setting them off (Stupid UPS truck...), I kick a machine gun that was sitting on it's bipod on the rug by the door.
Ow, ow, ow, ow. That's gotta be somebody's fault other than my own.
Yep. Barefoot. Why is it that with a 50% chance that it'll be the plastic foot that will come into hard contact with anything that I might possibly step on or kick, it's always the one with nerves and bones that takes the hit?
And did you ever notice that sometimes when dogs look at you, it seems like they're laughing?
Next time those dogs leave that gun out where people walk instead of putting it in the gun room and back the safe where it belongs, no biscuits. Ow, ow, ow....