2 Replies to “Way to go Grandpa!”

  1. That is known as the “possum treatment” around my house. A possum on my second story porch attacked my furry son AKA chicken dog. I arrived to my wife’s screams in my boxers and snatched up a 2×4. I told her to go inside and not watch; the ensuing violence she chose to witness required 4 gallons of bleach to remove the blood from the porch and cast-off from the sliding glass door, railings, benches and so forth. My wife is now convinced that though I am a calm soul with a propensity for rescuing lost dogs, I will do incredible violence to anyone or anything that threatens my family. Too bad granddad did not complete the job or place a few well aimed blows in this undesireable’s crotch, removing his genes from the pool.




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