Let's start over......
Well, I was buying paint and stuff to do my fogs and while I was at the store my Mom calls me to tell me they had to put their dog Danny down, she's 1/2 lab and 1/2 English bull terrier, big dog, 14 years old. Danny hadn't been eating, and she lost body function and couldn't get up. They vet made a house call, nice of him. My parents have only been going to the same vet since the 1970's, so he came over to do the deed.
Anyway, instead of painting my fogs I dug a big *** hole in their backyard and buried Danny the dog. R.I.P.
Mom didn't want my Dad digging the hole, she's overprotective since he almost died with the whole stroke debacle a little over a year ago.
Wet clay soil and freaking tree roots suck!
Anyway, instead of painting my fogs I dug a big *** hole in their backyard and buried Danny the dog. R.I.P.
Mom didn't want my Dad digging the hole, she's overprotective since he almost died with the whole stroke debacle a little over a year ago.
Wet clay soil and freaking tree roots suck!
Yes it is. My parent's backyard should be renamed the pet cemetery. This makes the 4th dog now, all large breed. 2 German shepherds (Smokey and Kaiser), a black lab (Blackie), and Danny. There are a few cats and other various pets my sister and I have had, also buried back there.