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One last post on the subject...this nonsense of mine should squelch it!
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papi we've got that lil' wide dog. Part schnauzer, part beagle, and the rest very "husky" husky. Remember? I brought her out with us last year when we stopped at your farmstand to buy a couple dozen of your jumbo 'free range' eggs. You weren't kidding about those eggs being 'free range'!
I cooked an omelette with them and those eggs weren't having any part of it. They got up and started doing 'The Chicken Dance' first and then they bolted right out of the skillet as soon as it got a little bit hot. They'd have made it to the back door and through the torn screen to freedom if not for the portly ham chunks I managed to load on top of them. Oh, and the shredded Cheddar...that really put them in a bind too. I corralled them...they didn't fly the coop.
Your comments above,
"I've used a play where the batter takes a long slow swing, purposely nowhere near the ball, so the catcher can't come out and get the pitch.",
reminded me of that dog you met, our beloved Strudel. She, like your 'free range' eggs, loves to roam. Particularly across the tracks and up to the mall. There's a German bakery in the food court that we can't keep her from. She cleans them out of strudel two or three times a week. It's becoming a problem for us. Our Strudel really gets their leiederhausen in a knot. Happy troopers they're not!
When I eventually show up they jump up and down and yell a lot. I understand the 'dummkoph'...I hear that all of the time elsewhere, but do you have any idea what "Sprechen sie deutsche?" means? And they bellow this line at me just about every time: "März werden wir sie direkt an die bank ... oder schlimmer!" And the odd thing, and you knew there would be an odd thing, is we named her Strudel when we thought she was some sort of straight haired poodle. Strudel the Poodle! It had nothing to do with the crazy dough throwers in the food court.
That particular play that you have used is real similar to something I have to use a few times each week.
I use a ploy where I drive in my beater and take a long slow swing, purposely nowhere near the mall, luring the dogcatcher so he can't come out and get the b!tch.
So far so good. Strudel is still with us. The 'Strudelmeisters' don't like it, but if they can run and catch them they can all go crack eggs.
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