Full-On Smitten

I'm pretty messed up over this:

If you even care, which you shouldn't, you can piece things together here.

I'm Not Dead.

Just thinking.  A lot.  About the Bucksaw.  Obviously.

Now leave me alone.  But feel free to talk amongst yourselves, as I know you are wont to do.

As if you needed my permission.

Yep, this.  ^ ^ ^

Saddle Up, Partner

The dog bike rides again . . .

Turns out I can still float a fris pretty good and she still amazes me with her speed and vertical game.  In her late 60's  (70 in October).  Shit, that's badass.

Happy dog, happy boy.