Gutsy Critters Part II

Here's a peacock strutting his stuff in the
next neighborhood over.
It's like a damn petting zoo around here.

Whitetails With Big Balls

That's the kind of deer we have around here.
These are just a few of the ones I have spotted this week.
And I recently gave up on having rose bushes
in our front yard.
Every night there's as many as a dozen deer feeding in the area,
and our roses took a real beating.
I don't mind them being themselves and doing whatever it
is deer do, but they seem to be getting braver every year.
Or maybe just dumber.

Mmmm, Drinks!

Here's a studio-type image I just did on a whim.
I was about to crack open the bottle in this delightful
set I got for $7 at Costco, when I decided to put together a
quick photo for practice, and to record the pretty glassware
while the bottle was still full.
There are some major flaws because I was in a hurry.
Like the shadows behind the tumbler and the light
spilling all over the place.
But like I said, I was hurrying.
Because I really like whiskey.
Even this blended Canadian piss. (Just a joke, m!)
The glass isn't huge; the bottle is small.
So very very sad; it's almost gone.
(What are YOU drinking, Buz? Mmm, drimphs!)

Some people drink to get drunk, some for a social
lubricant.
I, on the other hand, drink to get a
social drunk lubricated.

Stinky Hand

At the King William Fair, I watched as this
guy walked up and offered a stranger's dog
some cold water.
It was very touching, but I was a little grossed-out.
I hate dog-breath and cat-breath, and if that guy's hand
was mine, I would wash it four times ASAP.
It has been explained to me that "puppy-breath is good", so
I must conclude that girls are weird sometimes.