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oh Mare ! How scary. surprised the dog didnt bite him. Remind me to never visit unless you know Im coming..

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OMG, I started my day with a heart attack!
Getting ready to get going for the day - gonna hop in the shower - standing there in the bathroom and Z (GSD) comes running in growling and then puts on the big girl bark, complete with raised hackles and goes straight to the window. At this point I realize I hear something coming up the driveway and make it to the window just in time to see the very end of a truck I don't recognize go past the corner of the house. People who visit always stop at the front of the house, beyond the corner of the house is the parking area we use because we only use the back door. Out to the bedroom, shut the door, start throwing some clothes on and grab my trusty bedside baseball bat (another story), kick myself for leaving my phone in the living room....footsteps on the back porch, things being gone through on the back porch, hear the back door sliding open, Z is losing her mind and I'm trying to decide if it's better to open the door and turn her loose on whoever it is that is now IN MY HOUSE or keep her in there with me as a last line of defense.......at this point I hear rustling around in the kitchen area and I decide it's time - I open the door, Z runs out in full vicious mode and I'm right behind her screaming, "I've called the cops, they're on their way, get the *f* out of my house" with baseball bat raised and ready for action -- and there stands my husband![]()
So then I'm just mad and end up saying, "You $*)(#^*)_#!(* " and seriously debating hitting him with the bat after all --- apparently he needed to come home to get some tools to fix something at work, so he was driving the work truck.![]()
I got a gold star for being prepared to kill him....
Just laying around eating?I scald mine too but sometimes I skin em. I am going to lose these 2 meaties I have out here. they are humongous !
I'll skin the littleuns.
I scald and pluck mine otherwise.
Quarter em up and keep the breast tenders separate
morning cracka
I just LOL!OMG, I started my day with a heart attack!
Getting ready to get going for the day - gonna hop in the shower - standing there in the bathroom and Z (GSD) comes running in growling and then puts on the big girl bark, complete with raised hackles and goes straight to the window. At this point I realize I hear something coming up the driveway and make it to the window just in time to see the very end of a truck I don't recognize go past the corner of the house. People who visit always stop at the front of the house, beyond the corner of the house is the parking area we use because we only use the back door. Out to the bedroom, shut the door, start throwing some clothes on and grab my trusty bedside baseball bat (another story), kick myself for leaving my phone in the living room....footsteps on the back porch, things being gone through on the back porch, hear the back door sliding open, Z is losing her mind and I'm trying to decide if it's better to open the door and turn her loose on whoever it is that is now IN MY HOUSE or keep her in there with me as a last line of defense.......at this point I hear rustling around in the kitchen area and I decide it's time - I open the door, Z runs out in full vicious mode and I'm right behind her screaming, "I've called the cops, they're on their way, get the *f* out of my house" with baseball bat raised and ready for action -- and there stands my husband![]()
So then I'm just mad and end up saying, "You $*)(#^*)_#!(* " and seriously debating hitting him with the bat after all --- apparently he needed to come home to get some tools to fix something at work, so he was driving the work truck.![]()
I got a gold star for being prepared to kill him....
Mornin cracka
in anger