Post by hicntry on Dec 24, 2005 21:04:19 GMT -5
The winner and loser has changed almost on a daily basis over the years. After much thought over a period of time and with the great expense of 20 bark collars, I may take the lead for a short time. Soon, they bark and howl with or without them. One of the problems with "good" hog dogs is their ability to cope with pain and willingly go back and grab hogs again the nest day with gusto. It definitely has its downside, as is evident with bark collars. I jump up and run down the stairs and what do I see, emanating from the blackness of the yard. Little red lights, all of which are attached to a barking collar. Why do the lights flash you ask?, Because they are shocking the offender. Why can I see all the lights, even though they are concealed under the dogs chins you ask. Why, because every dog in the yard has his head pointed straight to the sky in an impressive, classic howling stance. And yes, they are howling!! Conventional weapons designed for use on normal dogs are useless. The almighty wrist rocket and glass marbles was even tried as a weapon of mass. discouragement a few times. Ah, at first they didn't know hat that elusive thing was that came from nowhere and bit them. It didn't take long for them to figure it out. The barking worsened about that time. It was then I noticed that they were now staring right at the front door and barking. I hit the door running, with slingshot in hand ready to mete out some discipline to these out of control kids. I loaded a marble into the pouch and drew a bead on the perpetrator. They no longer scurried for a safe corner of the yard. They were waiting for that marble to hit that heavy fur so they could pounce upon that cats eye marble and devour yet another one. I slowly lowered the ultimate weapon of now, mass uselessness and went back to bed and just covered my head with a pillow, and fell into a deep sleep. Funny how the very best ideas come during a deep sleep. I was looking down on what I assumed was a prison cell block. There were airedales in every cell. In the dream, they were in the process of being locked down for the night. Wow, I found myself sitting straight up in bed, wide awake!!!! That was it. Lock down!!!! For the night!!!!! Every night!!!!! Being quite aware these are no ordinary prisoners, I went down to the shop today and made 6 doors for the "high risk" prisoners that were responsible for the majority of the trouble on my cell block. I came home and installed them on the cells which are 42" x 36". The prisoners sat there and took every thing in about the construction and what steps I went through to install the doors. I almost feel they know what they are for and know what they are going to do about them. It is an eerie feeling of helplessness. Curly Bill is being pretty offensive right now. I am about to embark on yet another learning experience and possible win a temporary round so I can get some sleep. If it works, I will make up 14 more doors. Of course I realize I will have to put them in lock down about 9pm and be up and dressed by 6 am to release them into the "yard" But hey, that is better that getting up every hour or so and having all the neighbors think they are living next to a wild person that swears at all hours of the night.
I honestly don't know if I can get them in the dog houses a second night. Good grief and I was feeling so good about this disaster. I guess that is what happens when dealing with WMD. Just never know how it will turn out. 
