Junkyard Dog

Saturday was a big day. My Dad spent most of Thursday truckin up to Barrie for the Automotive Flea Market hauling a trailer load of parts behind his F-100. He's in high style this year: he bought himself a tent to camp in! We went up on Saturday to mind his booth while he did his walkaround to check stuff out. Of course, while I was selling 30 bux worth of pedals and linkage parts, he was spending twice that on antiquities of immeasurable value. Meanwhile Jethro found my early Christmas present: some spanky new chrome taillights for my truck!


Had a real deal getting the dog in. Technically dogs are not allowed, unless belonging to a vendor. I had to splain that I was with a vendor, that I had a piece of mail with his name and site # on it...and for cryin in a pail, does this look like a vicious dog?


Holy crap people. He's so friendly, your only risk is that you could be licked to death. I know, they have to make those rules for all the ass hats out there who think that their dog has every right to jump up on people, bite anything that moves, and hump everything that doesn't move.

But he was a very good guard for our booth. He watched carefully but didn't bark constantly. He even got a bit of affection. In fact I think he brought a few people in that might not have noticed our booth.

Here is me at my best:

I feel so attractive and comfortable like this! Dare I say, I feel pretty! I feel sexy in my rubber boots and my jeans and hoodie! It's just so right!
I also feel rather stressed today. I started my Equine Business Management course today. I spent all morning trying to figure out the website. I might have nightmares tonight about trying to find Grade 9 Math. Of course in Grade 9 I didn't reward myself for work well done with a nice beer at the end of the day...Just had to tell you all about my weekend. It was a good weekend for kids, dogs, and grandparents!