Not my real kids. They have plenty of shoes. A Primary Pair and a Back Up Pair. Soupo even has some rubber boots for those “rubber boot” moments. My progeny are well-shod.
Yes, they are both progeny. Child progenies. I was a child progeny myself, and I passed that trait on to them. You may have been a child progeny yourself. I bet you were.
The whole “having shoes” thing is just a literary allusion. I finally washed my dogs. My real dogs, not my feet. Although I did wash my feet this morning. It’s just something I do out of common courtesy. But you see how it wasn’t my children, but my dogs? And it wasn’t about shoes, but a bath? And no real cobbler was used, it was just me? I hope we’re all up to speed now.
Since we’re going on our Big Trip, the dogs are staying with other people. We can’t let other people see how we let our dogs live. They could call PETA on us, or something. Wouldn’t want that to happen.
The Little Woman’s dog was a task. Had to strip out the undercoat, wash her down, dry her up and a nice trim. Plus trim her toenails. All in all, a semi-big deal.
My dog was much simpler. A quick bath, then dry her. That’s it. A very low-upkeep dog.
Man! There was hair all over the place. Gotta use the Shop Vac®. It’s one of the big ones. Not the hugest one, but still pretty big. 16 gallons and 6 horsepower. I’m not sure how hard 6 horses can suck, but this baby does a bang up job. Not that it explodes, it’s just an expression.
It’s one of the blue “Contractor Series” ones. I don’t know what “Contractor Series” means. Probably “you have a blue one”.
And boy does it suck. It’s powerful enough to suck a groundhog through a chain link fence. Not that I would, of course. But I could. That’s the point. I could. I’d need the groundhog sucking attachment, which would probably work on a wide range of burrowing rodents, of course. That costs extra. It seems there’s not a big demand for sucking groundhogs. Especially through a chain link fence.
Like Spaceball I it converts from “suck” to “blow”. Very handy, that. It doesn’t transform into a giant Space Maid. I guess you can’t have everything.
When I was done sucking, I had to empty the can. It wasn’t the first time I used it, so I thought I should check it. (I don’t know how much 16 gallons of dirt is. Do you?) It wasn’t full, but the filter was all gunky. I had to clean it to get the most suck for the buck. I could have just gotten a new filter, but this one was still good. It was just covered in dust.
You know the best way to clean a Shop Vac® fliter? With a Shop Vac®, of course. Only you can’t run your Shop Vac® to clean the filter without a clean filter to run your Shop Vac® with. A conundrum. I wound up using a little hand held vacuum. It wasn’t as good as my Shop Vac®, but it did the job.
It looks like I need two Shop Vac®s.
-Rue.
Extra added bonus observation at no extra charge to you!
While I was in the grocery store this weekend (Maybe I was shopping, maybe I was just peckish and hit all the “free sample” tables. I ain’t telling.) I saw “Country Style Scrapple”. This implies there’s a “City Style Scrapple”. Like there’s a more refined and upscale version of boiled pig head for a more discriminating taste. Like “Kool-Aide Extra Dry”.
Whilst I was there, I picked up a bag of frozen hash browns. I did more than just pick them up, I went as far as buy them. Right on the front of the bag they assured me it was “non-GMO”. “Oh, that’s good,” I thought. “Don’t want those pesky GMO’s in my hash browns. They could stink up the whole freezer.”
“What the Hell is a GMO?”
It’s a “Genetically Modified Organism”, and there are none in my hash browns. It says so right on the bag. Right next to the “Spokes Spud” for this particular brand of hash browns. A happy, waving potato with full cowboy dress. (That’s gloves, cowboy boots, blue jeans and a little hat. He’s not a cowboy potato in a dress.) He even has a little mustache. But he’s a non-Genetically Modified Organism. Just your run of the mill hyper-intelligent (for a potato) mutant spud.
I guess that’s what they’re saying.
Now I’m done.
-Rue. (still)