@CB I knew a guy in my local Volvo club that ran studs on his 242 turbo every year, he swore by it. Nothing like a modern V8 mustang, but he did have quite a bit of work into the turbo red block and it wasn't exactly slow.
@cb Hope you had a good rest last evening sir! Samsterz looks like she was comfy! 🙂
Tazz has a little reflective-heat kitty blanket on my bed next to my pillow...she's currently taking a nap there in one of those patented kitty-ball poses - always sleeps with me there for at least half the night every night 🙂
@houstonrunner 50s here, and it's making me sad:
Maybe Wildcat or Stowe will be in good shape by the time I get back from Thanksgiving but even two weeks out is looking dubious for closer places.
@cb When I was a kid, one of my family's dogs got the S-hook for his tags stuck in the other dog's eyelid. Somehow they managed to break the (plastic) clasp on his collar without doing serious damage to the eyelid. But yeah, I came home from my summer job to find this:
Dog was ultimately fine (vet thought the hole in his eyelid might not close when healed, but fortunately it did)
In any event, I now prefer weak wire rings, as especially in an age of microchipped dogs, I feel a lot better about a tag that can break away if it snags on something than one that can catch and is strong enough to stay.
Our dog [...] She would not eat potatoes [...]
Tell me more.
Katie was a little mutt that found us and forced us to adopt her. Sweetest little floppy eared dog. She lived in the garage and roamed far and wide through the neighborhood. I remember once she got trapped in a rabbit snare and came home with the wire wrapped around her torso. I had to cut it off. It had dug in deep.
She was very well mannered and good with kids. She got table scraps and bones as treats. Her weight and health were good and her stomach rock solid, so no bad effects like vomit. For most scraps she had the discrimination of a campground raccoon, but any bits of potato that found their way into her dish were studiously ignored. She did like to bag the occasional rabbit or squirrel to supplement.
No season or weather bothered her, but she couldn’t handle thunder. Turned her in to a quivering ball of jelly. She would beg at the door. But since we couldn’t have her in the house, she got to go to the basement. Once there she was happy as pie. We would hang with her a bit to keep her company. Once the thunder passed, back to the garage and her normal bed she went. Such a happy dog.