Smokey Mountain Breakdown

Max has been barking now for about four hours straight.

I think he probably said something nasty to the geese and the geese said something nasty back to him. Anyway, he's been barking at them from across the electric fence this entire time.

Max probably mentioned something about Christmas coming and the whole Christmas goose thing.

The geese are really smart and probably told him, "Uh...you got it all wrong. It's Christmas dog."

"Hehe...yeah, we're having cassoulet chien for Christmas. We already saw the menu. You're invited, Furball."

"Hehe...yeah....Furball. He said 'ball'."

For some reason, I always imagine my geese sounding like a smarter version of Beavis and Butthead.

Anyway, the geese have been hanging out just on the other side of the electric fence trading insults with Max for the past few hours. Every once in a while they'll turn away and appear to be whispering to each other. See, they know that Max can't come through the fence without getting zapped. Then, they'll pretend to ignore him. This drives Max crazy.

But they keep coming back, because dog torture is just too damn fun if you are a goose.

I'm actually very happy with the new site. It looks much more tasteful than before. Less garish. And I know it must seem weird that I'm so happy that I finally designed a website that passed that damn validation thingy, but I'm one of those people who calls things "thingy". Sort of a geek wannabe.

So, hopefully tomorrow I can get back to writing stories. I've been writing this site for the past few days and it's taken up lots of time.