jcliff

I just finished moving my stuff from Fayetteville, NC to Athens, GA. I managed to keep damage to my furniture down to a small tear in my couch, which to me is more than acceptable attrition.

The only hiccup in the whole operation was cramming my German Shepherd into the small space between the seats in the moving truck for the five-and-a-half hour drive. Barely twenty miles in, he swung his big ass into the fire extinguisher clamped onto the floor by the driver's seat and blasted the cab with acrid white dust. And then he looked at me like "why the fuck did you do that?" For a split second I thought something blew up... then tasted that foul fire suppression crap.

I love my dog. He is the best road buddy a man could ask for. He certainly keeps it lively