Took the dog to the park. Had breakfast. Took the dog to buy beer... then took the dog to drink a beer and eat a burger in Old Town.

Old Town Pub gives him a treat and a bowl of water. I gave him some fries and a bite of my burger. He's only a teenager (17 months) so no beer for Tank. He's such a good dog. Lays at my feet and chills. If someone wants to pet him (um, everyone does) he's social and even gives doggie kisses.

At least 5 ladies stopped to pet him. Bartender chick gave him the treat ……..

MACS wrote:

….. masters for you. Don’t sell yourself short.

8trackdisco wrote:

Did the bartender chick give you a treat?

8trackdisco wrote:

Just the beer and the burger. Had the dog with me. Don't want him tellin' momma.

He's loyal, but he kinda likes her, too... don't want to risk it.

MACS wrote:

imagine what kind of dirt bag gave up on Tank

frankj1 wrote:

I feel an insult in there, somewhere... like... he's got a new dirtbag? I dunno.

But yes, Frankie... I think both of us won the lottery. He's a great dog, and he now has a very privileged life.

He's brown, too... so double bonus! (Lord, I apologize for that...)

MACS wrote:

MACS, Frank would never imply you are a dirt bag. Douche bag maybe, dirt bag never.

Speyside wrote:

55-65 mph winds with a storm. Heard a crash. Lightning struck the 100 plus year old oak tree above our house. Fell down at an angle missing the house, covering the yard, and blocking 3/4 of the street.

A near miss blessing. 🙏

8trackdisco wrote:

55-65 mph winds with a storm. Heard a crash. Lightning struck the 100 plus year old oak tree above our house. Fell down at an angle missing the house, covering the yard, and blocking 3/4 of the street.

A near miss blessing. 🙏

8trackdisco wrote: