Monday, September 13, 2010

back in the hood

it's hard to believe that earlier today, we were at a cabin so secluded it took two hours of waiting by the end of the driveway to get a jump for our car...and now we're back in the north side saddle. we came home a few days early 'cause our insane dog bit a porcupine an estimated more than once times and the resulting gory extraction by mr hughes and i has been stuck (so to speak) in our heads ever since. well, we came home for the antibiotics really. but god almighty. our hosts had an incredible liquor cabinet that we ordinarily wouldn't have touched (manners, breastfeeding), but can i just say that after pinning down a bulldozer-strong dog (whimpering for the first time in his tough ass life) again and again for about two hours of brutal porcupine-quill yanking (pliers, blood, dirt), one shared shot of twelve year old single malt scotch tasted exactly like golden liquid magic. l'chaim!

1 comment:

  1. this is vivid. in a bad way. but suriosly, dog gamn, that's some shit!