My dog Rusty doesn’t have much of a tail. She was born with only a couple of inches. She doesn’t let that stop her from wagging what she has. She also has quite a vocabulary. She knows the word “go” the best. When I got home today with the idea of “going” somewhere, I told her so, and she almost wiggled out of her skin with excitement.
Someone was telling me about a person who had the patent on a vertical sawmill. You put the logs in vertically, and the boards fall into place all cut up nicely. Got a big guffaw when I explained this to friends visiting my bro Dave today. Now where did I hear that? Maybe from Irwin. Possibly from Marv.
Tags: my dog Rusty, vertical sawmill
