Tuesday, November 4, 2008
A Bubbling Cauldron
Mark came home from Coondog City around 11 last night. It's not a real place. It's Mark's name for Jerry's house up near Pymatuning where all these blessed dogs come from. Ordinarily I find his special names for things endearing. Right now I'm too busy being a bubbling cauldron of WTF to be won over because I'm fairly certain there's a coondog in my barn.
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OMG, hilarious! I am laughing so hard at the coon hunting post! Great description--it actually did sound fun to me. (If I'm not the one who has to do the digging the dog out of the hillside.)
Let us know how the coondog fever works out!
Thanks, Becky! Now I'm stuck somewhere between a boycott & wanting to go out in the woods, too. How embarassing. Do you suppose the fever is contagious?
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