Patty get your gun....

This picture sent to me by someone who loves to hunt, and is trying to convert me. Years ago when we lived in Puerto Rico, my husband returned from a business trip on the mainland, as we called USA. He gave me a big package and imagine my delight (NOT) when I found it contained a BB gun. It looked liked a revolver, in order to fire it you had to cock it. It was really hard for me to do, and after struggling I told him by the time I got it ready to aim and fire, I’d be dead on the floor.

The reason this picture reminded me of it, while I was trying to cock the darn thing I put the barrel against my stomach and tried to use it as leverage. That caused some consternation. After being yelled at I remembered not to do that again. The only time the gun was fired, our little black poodle was in heat, and I checked to see what she was barking at. It was a large male dog. So “Annie Oakley” got her gun. I aimed at the big dog, and the BB hit the rear end of my poodle, the invader took off, leaving Fifi very unhappy. She wasn’t seriously hurt, but she shied away from male dogs after that, I think she thought the pain she felt was something that bad dog did. By the way, I am so glad there wasn’t a follow up to this picture. Oh! I did go skeet shooting once, and really enjoyed it, mainly because everyone was surprised at my score. I think now I’m an old lady the kick from the rifle would probably break my thinning bones. In the UK they call Senior Citizens “wrinklies”, that made me sad. : )

what to do while snowed in?

I have finally found out the secret to posting pictures. Now if I could only figure how to edit them into my prior post. At least they are in the vicinity or the Christmas post. Cher will be so pleased at this progress, she has spent so much time with me on the phone, trying to solve blogging problems.