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Five Must-Dos of Home Defense

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Long advocated for the average person to let trouble come to them. However, my beloved cats are out there. So I'm coming down the hall, as fast as my legs will carry me, (and I'm still pretty spry all thing considered) like the rath of God, swearing like a pirate and that ain't birdshot in the scatter gun. I know, I know, I know quiet, ambush, surprise, well after 60 years of smoking at o-dark-thirty I'm going to be hacking my lungs out, no Ninja b.s. for me. So Blitzkrieg here we come.

You'd be better off messing with John Wick's dog than my cat.
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God help you if you touch my Turkey
 
For several years now my sleep pattern is 2 hours then I have to get up and walk around house but it's not paranoia it's old age and it's pain that kicks the sandman out of the way. When we had a dog she walked with me and some times the cat joined us but those sidekicks are long gone but I still have pain factor. Some years back during a summer night I was standing at the window catching the quiet breeze when hands appeared on my back yard fence and as the the top of a head started to appear. The dogs ears went straight up and she was waiting for command to tell the visitor goodbye. I waited a bit longer and then said ( I have a deep voice and it's a little after 3 am and I said my property is not a safe place for you and it sounded like he fell when he let go of the fence. Then I said spread the word please as I don't like visitors.
 
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