Psycho Dog on the Loose

I would have tried to get a picture if he would have stayed still long enough.

During the post-dinner dish roundup, Freckles, our 8 1/2 year old basset hound, carefully picked up a steak knife by its wooden handle, and tried to run around the house with the blade sticking out of his mouth.

(He loves to show us how smart he is by finding things with which to play "Chase Me".)

It was too scary though, seeing him run with a knife in his mouth and then whip it back and forth as he turned his head toward one of us.

Next time we'll try and talk him down and snap one off.

In the meantime, let the neighborhood cats beware.

The Whores of East Boulder County

After working over five years on the west side of Longmont in East Boulder County, I've become a bit jaded--and with good reason.

This morning four giggling high school girls in cutoffs and cleavage boosters came into the market around the lunch hour and walked directly to the pregnancy tests.

They proceeded to debate which brand was better for price, simplicity of results, etc.

One of the four (and one of the two Latinas, both of whom weren't kidding anyone with their home blonde dye jobs) tells the others "But this is the one I usually get."

The gaggle decides to take her sage advice. As they leave, the petite, probably fourteen-year-old, natural blonde draws her iPhone with gunslinger practice, sweeps her thumb across it, apparently bringing up the "Period Projector" app, and calls out to her friends "It's only been seven days."

All hail the millenials.