Slowin' Down

Yesterday we ran a law enforcement sweep over at Centennial Park looking to make life hard on senior delinquents. There were no sinister seniors skulking about but they had the retarded kids out on a field trip - and they just loved the dawgz. One of the younger ones got Mort in a bear hug and didn't want to let him go - and Mort was just pleased as punch with himself. I'm strongly tempted to write him up for his antics … but the tards were just fine with it all.

The minders for them were all black vibrants imported from over the rainbow but they were affable too. I think we need to be honest with these "Diversity is our strength!" fucks. All they are doing is  importing an underclass for cheap labour. They are also giving away the jobs that our own kids should be doing. I suppose those elderly baby booming shits may yet live to rue their actions - when they are in The Home and being cared for by vibrants instead of their own kids. But...bah! That's politics, somebody wake me up when the shooting starts, HAR HAR HAR!!!

This puddle has an especially earthy

bouquet and is slightly gritty on the palate.

It was all a little too much for Miss Macey. She was just dragging by the time we got back to the Dawgmobile. I have to lift her in and out these days. We did the math: she's 91 dog years old this year. I don't know how much time she has left but I am going to do my best to see that she enjoys them as much as possible.

We will cut the Dog Patrol back by 50% and see how she does. The senior  delinquents are admonished not to get cocky - we may be old, but we are still excellent super heroes and crime fighters!

Have a good Tuesday.