Rotten Eggs: California Politicians

The unintended negative consequences of government interference in the egg industry.

http://www.pressdemocrat.com/news/3270304-181/new-state-law-upends-eggUnintended consequences of government interference in the egg industry.

Proposition 2, the animal welfare ballot proposition passed by voters in 2008, is just one of several factors responsible for the record price of conventional eggs around the country, experts said. But the initiative is largely credited for reshaping the nation’s egg industry and for prompting high-stakes legal battles and regulatory debates that continue to this day.

Most Hypocritical Statement Ever From Obama

While responding to the feral humans, I mean rioters and looters in Ferguson, Obama basically says  we are a nation of laws. really Barry? You are the same guy who is attempting to give legal status to more than 11 million illegal alien criminals.

‘First and foremost, we are a nation built on the rule of law, and so we need to accept that this decision was the grand jury’s to make,’ Obama said.

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Giving Tula Some Air Time

As many of you know, I love dogs. I have often spoken of Bill Willy and B.W.; the two that cost me a fortune and lived on a death-bed for a week or two. But their runt sister, Tula, is healthy as a horse, though as small as a mouse compared to the two boys. And her she is, hanging with me drinking beer and soaking up the country classic tunes.

Trials And Tribulations Of Being A Puppy Named Bill-Willy

The top picture is Bill-Willy, his two siblings, and mother. The second photo is Bill-Willy with his battle scar. This poor little guy looks a lot worse than he feels. But with the promise of catfishing with me, and his brother all summer long, I think he will be just fine.

Cain And Able: B.W. And BillWilly

Unflippin believable!, just a few days after getting my boys home from the extended vet visit, the “Fight” lands BillWilly back in the hospital. No, BillWilly, all 10 pounds of him, was not fighting off intruders, no was he attacked by a rabid postman. Nope, that would be fine, but he picks a fight with B.W., and gets torn up. Really, torn up! B.W. tore his fur from his muscle! A perfect “V” shape of now flapping fur and skin hanging off of BillWilly’s front shoulder. As soon as I sent a photo to Dr. Rob via cellphone, yes, us 80’s guys are pretty tech savvy, he said to bring him in to get stitched up. Great, more of my money being spent on these boys.

It all started over them jockeying for seat position next to me during our weekend beer and bbq bash in the backyard. I was able to break that one up, without spilling my beer mind you. This past Monday, while lying on the floor watching Man vs Food, The Brother’s Brawl began. BillWilly started it by growling at B.W. over cushion position. It is always first come first serve, and if you move you lose. Well, BillWilly was giving B.W. the business because he felt B.W. was too close to his spot. B.W. was having none of this mess, and the brawl was on. By the time I pried B.W.’s choppers off of BillWilly, the damage was done. B.W. was spitting fur, and BillWilly was gushing blood. It was kind of “country music songesque”. All my years at my current occupation, and my college years bouncing, this fight ranks right up there with the best and messiest of them all.

So as I write this, BillWilly is laying in the hospital awaiting the surgical skills of D. Rob to patch him up. There ain’t a doubt in my dome, that he will be coming home and wearing the darn “Doggie Cone.” That stupid inverted lampshade that keeps a pup from licking their wounds. I think I need to wear one to keep me from licking my back pocket where I keep my money, because my bank account is about to flat-line:)

Two Sick Dogs Not Out Of The Woods: But Seeing A Clearing

Got a call from Dr. Rob Santos, my friend and vet, and the good news is that B.W. Aand Bill Will have stopped puking and are resting comfortably. Still no guarantees, but it is starting to sound better. I am sure there are plenty of vets across the country that love what they do, and make an impact on people’s lives, knowing how much they care for their pets. Dr. Rob Santos has to be in the top five, and IS number one in my book, and no, my book is not a coloring book of beers!

I have known the guy since high school. His office is in Turlock CA and is named Monte Vista Small Animal HospitaL. He has a Face Book page and is hugely popular with his clients. I have taken many a furry family member him over the years. I have no doubt that if, and WHEN, my two boys come home, it will be because of Dr. Rob and his imense talents that surely are God given.

Update: Two Sick Puppies Hospitalized

This is horrible, but thank God my long time friend, and vet, is on the case. It is a stomach virus that is the culprit, and we are figuring it was either something in the dirt, which they eat worms out of, or the litter box. I am not sure what the odds are for them pulling through, I am still on the hopeful side seeing that I have not received a phone call since leaving them at the vet yesterday afternoon.

I stress-out over my sick pups, more than my family due to the simple fact that dogs rely %100 on me to care and watch out for them. I have an amazing track record when it comes to caring for my furry family members.

Lets pray that Bill Willy and B.W. pull through, I am really looking forward to taking them fishing this summer over my 70 day vacation.

God, Beers,Guns, And Fishing Poles

That’s about all I need right there. My dogs too!

Two Sick Puppies

No, I am not talking about those two broads from the flick Monster, I am talking about my boys; B.W. and Bill-Willy. I knew something was up Tuesday evening when I had all the fixins’ for the bbq ready to go. This is the green light that all the dogs wait for. Usually, the two boys and thier sister, Tula, start jumping up, and twirling at first sight of me grabbing the goods, and really go ballistic when I go for my beer. They know what is about to go down in the backyard. This past Tuesday night, all this mess was going down, except B.W. was missing. I found him sleeping on his cushion. He saw the beer in my hand, but he was not moving. I checked him out,( don’t forget, I am not a vet, but I play one when I have a beer in my hand), no belly pain, eyes were clear, and breath was….not bad! I checked the yard, and garage, for anything that he could have consumed. Negative for bad stuff, other than a few piles of dog doo. Then It struck me, he likes to party in the cat box like it is 1999! I am talking Cat Crapcycles, Poop-Pies, ect. I figure he just ate too much kitylitter covered poop. He is just now starting to move around, other than when he is hurling his innards out. Wednesday morning, his brother Bill-Willy comes down with the same malady. Same story as B.W.

Granted, I still have four other dogs to hang with and drink beer, and sing Hank Jr. tunes with, but I miss my boys! They are seven months old and it seems they have been part of the family for seventy years. I am hoping the can pull themselves together by tonight, because I don’t know where I will find the cash to take them to the real vet’s office, and two, it is Friday, their favorite party with dad day. I figure their raiding the litter box days are over:)

Still In Blackout Mode And Norma My Pet Chicken

No, no, no, I am not making another beer reference…yet! I am talking about my political news black out. It is an amazing fact that life is quite fun when I dumb myself down. It allows my very high functioning CPU to work on other things. Like spending more time outdoors with the dogs in the backyard. Getting my fishing gear in order for this summer; watch out catfish, the Hillbilly is coming for ya! Cleaning out the garage, though there ain’t much to move other than the dust. I have also spent many an hour watching my james Bond Marathon Theatre, seeing I have all the movies.

I also find I steer clear of political topics in conversations I have with my beer drinking pals down at the watering hole. More time to discuss sports, food, beer and such. It is, and has been a nice break, and one I think I am going to continue for bit longer. There is one draw back to this Blackout of mine: I really miss pissing off people, well the ones I meet for the first time.

OK, now for a Hillbilly Moment. Growing up on the farm, I always had plenty of animals, especially chickens. During the spring, it was not uncommon to have 20-30 baby chicks hatch. Sometimes, there would be a chick that was a slacker. So I always checked the pile of un-hatched eggs to make sure everyone who was alive, made it out. I can remember th foul, bitter smell of the rotten egg! I used to chuck the un-exploded ones like a grenade against the rabbit barn. I could always tell which had a bird by gently shaking the egg. These I would crack and peel slowly, sometimes having to put them in a bowl, to dry the chick out in the sun. After a few hours, they would pop to life and join the rest in the brood. But there was one that, for some reason, a piece of the shell stuck to her little leg. I must have tugged a bit too hard, and broke her leg. I went and retrieved a tooth pick and some duct tape so I could make a splint