Tuesday, December 03, 2019

She's part beaver!

So the other night was a very good night...such that I got home about 9:30 the next morning. And although I'd texted my neighbor and asked her to let the dogs out, she never saw the text, so I came home to this:
The entire molding strip next to the back door had been ripped right off the wall. Teeth marks were at a level consistent with one Merida.
I guess someone really wanted to get outside badly. Even the Shepherds never did this sort of damage to my house--any of them!

But it's hard to scold her when she stands up to lick you,using the refrigerator for support.

So I gave her a cookie and sent her to bed.

Sunday, November 24, 2019


How has Merida been doing? Well she's showing some character and personality now and starting to demonstrate some independence again. Oh, and she's banned from the dog park now after beating up two Schnauzers and a Jack Russell Terrier. Apparently she doesn't care for dogs her size or smaller and when she sees one, she's on it like a three-legged heat-seeking missile and much barking and screaming ensues as she proceeds to whip it's ass before I can get in and pull her off. And the lack of front teeth on this girl is probably the only reason I'm not paying vet bills for these other dogs. She'll play with big dogs for an hour with no issues, but let her see one that's under 50lbs or so and it's clobbering time. So until this gets figured out and trained out of her...no dog park.
Three legs and no teeth and still a little bad-ass.

And lest anyone forget, Murphy was like that when I first got him too, only it was teen boys that he went after due to his abuse history at the hands of a group of them. We worked through that and he's fine now. Hopefully I can do the same with this gal.

I went to law school for this.

So lone of the reasons that my posting is scant is that I work other jobs beside my primary one now. I mean, ya gotta have a side hustle if you're going to get anywhere, right? And my side job involves working at a local bar during live shows, either back stage or on the door. So last night, I was working the door for a small burlesque show. About half way through the show four attendees got up and walked out. One of them approached me and I asked if everything was all right. She stated that they were leaving because the promo material for the show “was not accurate” and they felt that our burlesque show was not what they had expected. (Seriously, what did they expect besides girls on stage goofing around mostly undressed?) The rest of the little group leaving was still nice and polite while walking away but this woman turned and came back to me and in her best "I wanna speak to the manager" voice said that she wanted all of their money back. I told her that I was really sorry that they didn’t care for our show but that we didn’t do refunds. She stated “that has to be written somewhere. Where is that written?
So I took my sharpie pen and scrawled “NO REFUNDS” on a piece of scrap paper in front of her. “It’s right here,” I said, holding up the paper.

Sometimes these jobs are more fun than average.

Friday, November 22, 2019

New old gun

And another post, just because a new (to me) pistol followed me home.
Yep. A Glock 22, Gen 3. .40S&W. Previously owned by my city.
Yep. NOPD is finally trading in their Glock 22's for new 9mm Glocks. They cut a deal with AIM Surplus and AIM is now selling them for $279.00 each. And any officers who want to buy theirs have been told to contact AIM with the serial number and pay...$279.00. What a nice FU from the city.

Of course the city has a bit of a problem with it's history of selling used guns. Back in the not too distant past, a slob of a mayor named Marc Morial made the city the first in the nation to sue the gun manufacturers, alleging that they were "putting dangerous weapons into the stream of commerce" and adversely affecting New Orleans, a city which then (and now) had a very high violent crime rate. Well the first thing that happened was that the SHOT show dropped it's bookings at the convention center, and it had been one of the few events to take up the entire million+ square feet while bringing thousands of visitors into area hotels and restaurants for a week. Then after that economic kick in the nuts, the gun manufacturers showed up in court with numerous guns bearing City of New Orleans property markings It seems that the same city that claimed that the gun manufacturers were dumping guns on the street had been selling confiscated and ex-city guns onto the same streets through some of the same wholesalers that the big companies used. So that suit got tossed and the city lost a lot of money for nothing.

And as fate would have it, I have one of those guns too. It's an old Beretta 92, used by NOPD before the jump to Glocks. It's an oldie--old enough that the late Todd Louis Green looked at it during a class I took with him back in 2011 and laughed. Todd used to be an exhibition shooter for Beretta before he went into teaching full time. He pronounced my gun "ancient" then taught me how to run it so well that I used it for the rest of the class even though I'd only brought it to show him. But here's that one sitting with the new one. Decades of protecting and serving the Crescent City right here. Now they protect me and three whack dogs.
And RIP, Todd Louis Green.

BTW, the new pistol shoots NICE. It may have a NY trigger but it's well-shot and broken in and it's smooth with a crisp break and great reset. I'd suspect that someone swapped out the disconnector and tuned it a bit but I know how fascist NOPD is on such mods...and they check every gun every qual just for that.

I was going to tweak this one but after 50 rounds at the range I think I like it just how it is.

Thursday, November 21, 2019


Yep.Still here. Just busy and tired of politics and the unceasing attacks on our elected President and pretty much everything else we believe in. The Morlocks at the gate (Liberals) don't just want to undo a fair election, they want to deny us our right to vote, our right to speak or assemble, our right to worship (unless there is a masque involved), our right to make and control our own money and our right to defend ourselves should they decide to attack. I'm just counting the days until I can retire and move west to any free state that might be left.

Meantime, I still have dogs. As long as I have a bowl of popcorn, these three will not leave my side.

Unless Paige has treats. Then loyalty goes out the window apparently.

Merida has become part of the pack. Small, she takes no shit from Murphy and Belle and she can throw a shoulder like a roller derby queen if they get in her way. They get along wonderfully now.

She's just had her first heartworm shot so she's supposed to be sedentary, but apparently she doesn't know that word. She just got out of the house a few minutes ago when I opened the door and she chased the street cats around until I yelled at her, at which time she came back, all sorry/not sorry.

Don't fall for the innocent look. She's conniving and calculating. She just wears the cute like armor...and it works.

Belle still rules the roost though.

I'll try to post more. I promise.

Monday, September 30, 2019

Feeling like 1860 around here.

Despite the fact that we're enjoying nearly record highs in the market and some of the lowest unemployment in history, particularly among minorities, the Democrats, still thinking that they could do better but afraid to run against that record, are trying to topple both the President AND Vice-President Pence and salivating at the idea that this would seat Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi (D-Moonbat) as the replacement President.

Realistic? Normally not really, but with the lapdog media enthusiastically carrying their water and blasting out non-stop propaganda and outright lies 24/7 and a voter base made up of millennials that confuse our electoral process with some reality TV show...this could be the ultimate stolen election. By now we all know that when America votes and all Americans are heard from, conservatism usually wins and fraud and litigation in cherry-picked courts is the only way that Dems and their far-left agenda can reliably triumph. They know it and they plan for stuff like this. They don't want to put their ideas in the arena against ours or against Donald Trump's successes so they're looking to just undo the 2016 election and claim the power that the voters denied them by going this impeachment route AND targeting the V.P. too. And right now they're sending up their trial balloons now to gauge public sentiment to see if they can get away with it.

Let me step uncharacteristically back into political posts to say that while many of the liberals in my city think that it would be great because, Constitution be damned, the only thing that matters to them is Trump out and them in, I and many others would view this sort of electoral treachery as being akin to that first cannon shot fired at Fort Sumter back on April 12, 1861.

These same liberals think that once they get total power then can come for our arms. I hold that they won't have to. Many up us will bring our arms right to them. Only we won't be turning them in; we'll be settling this shit once and for all. Maybe the Dems and their Brownshirt supporters can overthrow our elected President. Maybe they can deny us our vote and then come for our property and our Rights. Maybe they can do that. But if they do, I'm betting that a lot fewer of them will still be around when the smoke clears.
This is my rifle. It is mine. and before I surrender it or bury it, I'll use it.

Saturday, September 14, 2019

Discipline SUXS! (So sayeth Merida)

So the other night I called Merida because I wanted to play with her. She did not come to me, so after a few calls I went looking, because this isn't like her at all. I found her up on my bed, sleeping on my pillow.

That's a "Nope" right there.

So I pulled her down the the floor and gave her a good "NO!" And in return, she gave me a dirty look and climbed right back up on the bed. Really?

A few seconds later saw her back on the floor with another negative admonition, at which point she went over to her blanket on the floor at the foot end of the bed, lay down and stuck her head under the bed. I went over and tried to coax her out, because I still wanted to play with her, but everything I did caused her to burrow further under the bed. Then it hit me--she was sulking! Poor thing's probably never been corrected before, and definitely not by me yet, and she wasn't liking it. So I left her alone and went on about my business for an hour or so and when I went back in the room she was still on the floor but she got up and came over to me, this time in a little better mood. I gave her some petting and scratching, and then she turned and went back up on the bed again, as if to see if it was ok now. She was removed a third time and hasn't tried it again since. And she seems to have gotten over her little fit of pique and now follows me around everywhere again. I guess someone was trying for the role of Alpha in the house and now that she realized that she didn't get the part she's ok again.

So this morning, since it finally wasn't a million degrees and the dogs all let me sleep in for a bit, we went down to the French Quarter.
It was the first time I took all three of them out together, and Merida preferred to walk with the big dogs rather than ride in her wagon. I let her at first and she did ok for a few blocks but she fatigued pretty quickly and I decided to put her back in it. Again I got challenges, as she really wanted to be with her pack and kept jumping out of the wagon. It was admirable, and the girl's got grit, but she just doesn't have that stamina yet and it was obvious that she was struggling so I repeatedly put her back in the wagon until she finally learned to stay in it. It's looking like she's going to be a bit of a hard-head just like her pal Murphy.

Hell, they drove me to drink this morning and it wasn't even 10AM yet.

Thursday, September 12, 2019

Wagon Train(ing)

The other night, my friend Paige came over to help me accustom Merida to her wagon.

She apparently liked her ride enough to decide that Paige was ok. She decided on her own to climb up on the couch with Paige afterwards.

What am I going to do with these two?

Sunday, September 08, 2019

And then there were three. So much for the "fostering" idea...

I went and added little Merida to the sidebar today so I guess that makes it official. She's just fitting in too well here. The other dogs have taken to her despite their initial reluctance because she worked so hard at befriending them. Even Belle the diva finally melted. And Murphy may not act like he likes her around the house, but I've started taking all of them out in public together and he very clearly guards her when other people come up and want to pet her. Nothing aggressive but he always seems to put himself very close to her if not in between her and the interested person to the extent that people point out how protective he's being. Belle does to to an extent, but she's still a princess with her own need for attention. Frankly I expected jealousy from her but haven't seen a bit, not even when Merida eats out of her dish, takes a drink when Belle's drinking from the water bowl, or steals Belle's bed.

Everybody's just getting along and they even lay down and sleep by her at night now. I was letting her out my bedroom door into the back yard special to save her the longer walk the other dogs make when I put them out the side door (they have to go the length of the house on gravel to reach the back yard for "dog business") but now she runs out the side door with them, preferring the long walk with her new pack over the easy shortcut with me. She's also learned how to jump up on my bed, which is almost as far off the ground as she is tall, but she hasn't learned how to do it without crashing into me like a 45lb wrecking ball whilst I'm still dozing. Bottom line: She's real cute and everyone loves her and it would be cruel to uproot her again when she's finally feeling secure and happy. So she's staying.

The other night I took all three to the dog park, but when we got there the park was closed. So I took them to the bar instead. (OK, two bars and a gourmet french fry shop...) She's much more confident walking in with her pack then when I took her solo a couple nights prior. And they stuck to her instead of trying to hustle pets and snacks like they usually do.
We got home and she was all tuckered out and went right to sleep, no doubt dreaming dreams of finally finding her forever home.
Sometimes little dogs' dreams do come true.

Sunday, September 01, 2019

A day at the range

I needed this day. It's been too long, and Southern Decadence festivities are inundating the French Quarter this week-end so it was time to go visit real America for a few hours.

Started out on clays with the Ithaca 12. Took me a bit to find my groove and I missed some ridiculously easy ones, but as soon as I started throwing pairs, I cleaned house. Apparently I do better when I don't have time to think and try to plot the clays. When I don't give myself time to over-think it, I hit them fine.

Then it was over to the rifle line.
I'm old enough to remember when I was literally the only one on the firing line with a "black gun" or "assault rifle" and I got snide remarks from other shooters for having an AR-15 20 years ago. But these days I'm often the only one on the line without one. Times have changed...and good luck banning something that most shooters seem to have these days.

But for me, it was a trip in the Wayback Machine.
Bottom one is a Short Magazine Lee Enfield (SMLE) #1Mk3* made at Lithgow, Australia. This rifle was the British Commonwealth infantry weapon from World War One until it was supplemented and replaced by the #4 above it starting in 1941, but some of the Commonwealth countries like Australia and India kept manufacturing and using this variant through World War Two, and in the case on India, production continued into the 1960's, and then they changed over to the new NATO 7.62x51 cartridge and continued producing it
into the 1980's. But this particular one was made in Australia in 1941 and undoubtedly saw some service in WW2.

The top rifle is an "upgraded" version, the #4mk1. This one was manufactured at the Royal Ordnance Factory, Maltby in South Yorkshire, Britain. It was also made in 1941, and I bought it back in the late 80's for the sum of $76.00 from Southern Ohio Gun when Century International and others were bringing in the "endless" supplies of military surplus arms at dirt cheap prices. (I wish I'd bought so many more but most of us didn't see them ever running out.)

Both rifles fire the .303 cartridge and as I still had seventy rounds left of South African surplus .303, I took these two out to the range. I have not fired this #4 since the late 1980s or early 90's so it needed to be sighted in. The first two rounds at 25M hit at nine o'clock there and didn't really please me. The third took me a second to find...what the heck?! Look at that keyhole at the left edge of the target where the projectile went through sideways.

That got my attention. I recovered the spent brass and it looked fine. I pulled the bolt and checked the bore. Looked ok. I fired two more and they were centered, just a tick low as they should have been. I eventually chalked it up to a ammo quality control matter. The remaining rounds seemed to have fired fine and most of them hit the 8" steel gong at 100M solidly. (And now I wonder how many of the misses were on target but went sideways like the one above...)

Then it was Thompson time.

I took the 1928 Thompson out to play for a bit. Always fun. Set a target out at 30M and made Swiss Cheese out of it by putting front sight on the target belt buckle and firing short bursts, letting muzzle rise carry the rounds up the target's belly and chest area. Easy peasy.

I heard another rapid-firing weapon down the line and curious to see, I popped down to see this joker rapid-firing an AR with NO SIGHTS ON IT! Yep. No front or rear but he was going to town.
Sigh...public ranges.

Still, a great day indeed, and long overdue.

Saturday, August 31, 2019

Off we go!

"A walk would be nice," say the big dogs.

But how do we take out new pack sister with us? Oh yeah...Amazon sells wagons!

To be honest, she didn't take to it at first. It was ok to sit in, but moving? Well there's going to need to be some training here.
And we started the training outside.

And the neighbor kids were right there to give her some needed encouragement, and I think that helped a lot.
More to come on this experiment but if it works, she'll have all the mobility that the other two have for evening walkabouts.