here's a list of the feeds i currently subscribe to (169 of them as of 8/21/07 at 10:41 pm pst).

some are dead, but many are alive. a few keep popping up now and then. some i disagree with, others i find no objections with. a few make me rethink my own opinions...

some are audio podcasts, some are video, some are photo galleries and some are regular (if there is such a thing in the blog=o=sphere) blogs.

most of these feeds are worthy to spend some time on, although a few are consistently quite worthless at the present time. but even the "worthless" ones will prolly make you think about things differently now and then.

feeds are my main source of internet right now. i have little time to look at each website individually, so i let my feed-reader do the work for me. each feed distills the content of certain sites that attract me. so i know when something's been added, and i can browse the headlines to see if i want to know more about any particular item. the amount of information i've gleaned this way is downright scary. so much that the production of my own my blogs and podcasts have pretty much been put on the back-burner while i try to consume and digest a little, actually miniscual piece of the info that's out there.

here's a link to my current feeds, which will be updated in realtime:

my Bloglines "Blogrole"

and here's a picture of what i had for lunch today:



hasta...

Category: General

Yes there is a beach in northern Houston. I'm looking at the waves right now as my Nintendogs play in the sand. Here's a comment from VM:



Glad you like ask a ninja and will ferrel too. My friend who's sitting in Ruther Glen, VA right now just saw anchorman and he was laughing his butt off. Anyway, I need to correct some information from the last post. I assumed flying j no longer had a bandwidth limit on their wifi, because i guess i haven't used enough bandwidth before to get close to the limit. But since i've been here a few days and i've been downloading a lot of video i found out the limit is still in effect. Basically, if you purchase a month of wifi for $25 you get 10240 MB of bandwidth. If you go over that then you have to purchase more time. I figure I use up to 1000 MB of bandwidth a day if i'm sitting, so in this case i only got 12 days of actual online usage. Still, it's a lot cheaper than paying by the day or week, and it beats T/A's slow and unreliable "wifi".

Category: General

In spite of how slow things have been overall, I've still had enough shipments to keep us solvent. We aren't in the black yet, but we're slowly creeping out of the red. Of course, we've been in the red for quite a while, so any progress is good. I emptied out here in Houston on Monday and it looks like I was the fifth in line for reloads. That's okay because I have a bunch of details that are nipping at my heals, so this should give me plenty of time to get caught up before the summer rush. I've been spending a lot of time at Flying J truck stops because their wifi speeds completely blow away what I've found at the T/A truck stops, and I haven't encountered the 300 MB per day limit that Flying J used to have. I'm still downloading a lot of podcsasts, but I've discovered an interesting phenomenon. There are *so* many podcast feeds available that I can't possibily keep up with all the ones that appeal to me. As a result I've become a lot more picky about what I listen to. There are a lot of really good podcasts that I just don't have the time for. Oh well...

:)

One podcast that I am not at all ashamed to enjoy is a video cast called "Ask A Ninja". Granted, the cast's producer is kind of high-strung, but he comes up with some really creative stuff. Sometimes I wonder why I watch these videos, but he frequently surprises me. If you click on the "Ask A Ninja" link above (in quotes), you'll be directed to his website where there are many wonderful things, including [as of 5/2 at least] a clip of some stuff that he did with the Mythbusters. Very entertaining, IMHO. However, what prompted me to write this post was an interview that he did with Will Ferrell and Jon Heder about their movie "Blades of Glory". Now I'm not ashamed to be a Will Ferrel fan. Admittedly, he goes way over the top in a lot of the stuff he does. But there are also a lot of subtle elements in his acting that give his performances extra depth that transcends simple slap-stick comedy. This interview shows the speed of Will's mental powers (and his co-star's) as he responds without the slightest hesitation when confronted by one of the greatest challenges in interview history: an interview by a fake Ninja! Curiously, this interview never reveals much about the film. Instead, we learn more about the world of fake Ninjas. And this is amazing in itself. Here's is a situation where two well-known actors agree to be interviewed by a masked, anonymous fake Ninja whose only fanbase comes from the Internet, and they're willing to let the details of their latest project be overshadowed by the Great Ninja's overpowering presence (translated "hyperactive Ninja-speak"!). This is Internet-meets-mainstream-media at its best! As you watch this video, remember that the Ninja is only some ordinary guy with a camera or two who began his quest merely by dressing up as a Ninja and answering email questions.

(Click on the picture, ya big silly-head!)

(Note: This file requires the Apple QuickTime player. If you don't have it, click here for a download of the Free QuickTime player.)

Category: General

Man!

It's been quite a while since the last blog entry. Too much has happened in the last two months to talk about in this little space. Also, I just don't want to go into all the gory little details. [wink wink]. Suffice it to say that I've survived everything leading up to the April 15th crunch, which is saying quite a bit. Between taxes, jury summons, more repairs, and a million other things, this driver's lot has been quite arduous (word of the day). I wish I had time to share all the interesting things that have been happening, like how my friend Jeremy just became an owner-operator and on his first trip out he blew a tranny! I mean, things like this have been happening left and right. And what I can't quite understand is how I've been so strangely busy in spite of how much time the truck has been sitting. Much of the little free time I actually got after all the details are eliminated has been spent soaking up a bunch of content from the ever-expanding webber-net. It's kinda scary to think how far things are gonna go with online technology. But one thing's for sure- people will still need someone to move all their belongings! But one thing I wanted to mention is the level I inspection I got today at the Dunsmuir Grade Scale heading south on I-5 though Northern California. I've been a licensed truck driver for 17 years and in all that time this is the most remarkable inspection I can recall. First, let me share this picture with you:



As I pulled across the scale north of Dunsmuir I tried to appear like an unlikely candidate for an inspection as I sat in my truck doing 3 mph, looking straight ahead in a confident, non-suspicious way. I felt *very* confident to be honest, but that didn't stop the man behind the window of invisibility from changing the light to red. In response, I stopped and lowered my window. "Atlas, proceed to door number 4." Okay, it's been a while since my last CVSA inspection. I could feel this one coming. So I pulled into the last bay and was greeted by the unique lady called "April Rose". Yes, I'm not joking. That's her real name. She's a real DOT inspector at the Dunsmuir scale. The first thing she said was that I wasn't being pulled in for anything wrong. She said that I didn't have any CVSA stickers and she just wanted to give me some. (I'm just realizing now that this is all taking place in April- the very month which this lady is named after? Strange stuff goin' on here...) I resigned myself to whatever fate would befall me. I realized getting a clean inspection was unlikely- that rarely happens. I figured I'd have at least one issue to fix and I just hoped it wouldn't result in a huge loss of time, like the axle fiasco back in Georgia. Whatever problems she would find, I would be glad to fix them because I honestly don't want to drive around with an unsafe truck. And this lady was being extremely thoughtful to me as a driver, which is somewhat unusual for people in her line of work. I gave her my CDL, medical card, registrations and log book. She looked them over and gave them back (all except the CDL- you know the routine, right drivers?). I noticed that when she looked at my log book she seemed to be impressed. This is where the picture up above comes in. As she got ready to ride her little DOT skateboard under my rig, I was putting all my docs back and went to put my ruler back in my log book where the current page was. I was completely blown away by what I saw. My guess is Mrs. Rose was probably a school teacher, or should be one, because I suddenly felt like a fifth-grader who had just aced my homework! She put *two stars* right on my log page, along with the words- "Ken, Excellent log book- Thank You!!"

Now I know I am not the log-master of the universe. For one thing, I didn't list the complete addressess of my carrier or home office- just the city and state. I'm sure she has seen enough logs to realize that I'm not the best logger there ever was. That is what totally blows me away about this whole thing. Here you have a DOT officer- a *California* DOT officer- from a state that has a terrible reputation for ruthless treatment of truck drivers. And this officer is going out of her way to make me feel like what I'm doing is actually *ACCEPTABLE!!!!* Even *COMMENDABLE!!!* At that point she probably could have told me that my rig was a complete wreck and I had no other choice but to send it to the junk yard and I would have just said, "Thank you, Misses Rose." So when she called me back to tell me about an air line that was rubbing against the slack adjuster on the trailer (on the axle that had just been replaced!!??), I actually felt a little relief. She also pointed out another place where my tractor to trailer air line was rubbing against something pretty badly. Both of these were out-of-service violations, understandably. She told me this in a very sympathetic way, and then explained that how once the repairs were made I could get re-inspected and she'd give me those little yellow stickers that she wanted me to have. Well, either luck was on my side, or the scale had told one of the local mechanics that they were planning to do some mass inspections, but as I pulled out of the bay there was a mobile mechanic finishing up another truck. I asked him if he was available to fix my two air leaks, and he said he was. The repairs took very little time, and the mechanic brought Misses Rose out to my truck to verify that the repairs had been done. This was actually better for her, because the mechanic had my triler tires up on blocks so it was easier to inspect the brakes underneath. She put the yellow stickers on while I got the paperwork done in the office up front and joyously accepted my CDL back. And then when I was sitting in my seat getting ready to leave, she came over and shook my hand, and said she hoped to see me again. I have to say this- I told her it would be my pleasure- anytime. How often do you expect to say those words to a DOT officer? As of this time, I really cannot hold any grudges against the California DOT. If someone who encounters some pretty irritable drivers on a daily basis can be such a caring person in spite of it all, then the Golden State can't be all bad!

Category: General

Okay, here we go again. What's wrong with this picture?:

(You can click on the picture to go to our gallery where you can see the other pictures I took.)

This is now day 8 of the ordeal (sorry, I mean "adventure") of the trailer axle. I won't go into alot of detail about everything, but this has been one of the roughest weeks I've had here on the road. Since the 17th (a week ago), I've only travelled 847 miles. Most of time time has been spent waiting for repairs to be done in the various places where I kept breaking down. I admit, it got very depressing a few times, but with the help of other caring people I have survived to look forward to better things in the future. What Lenutt said in his latest blog (Click Here) really says a lot to me:



Amen, brother! The climax of my little saga was probably when the second weld broke as I was getting ready to deliver in Alapaha, Georgia. It happened as I was trying to get turned around on Hwy 82. I heard a loud "Bang!" and realized something bad had happened. Unfortunately my rig was blocking all but one lane of hwy 82 and I couldn't seem to back up out of the way. I looked at the axle and saw that the left side was completely wrecked. I called 911 to ask for a tow truck. Now here's where all the teamwork came together. First, a DOT officer showed up within minutes and he started directing traffic so vehicles could get around the truck without a major accident. Other officers arrived later. Then the wrecker arrived. As he looked at the situation, I realized I needed somewhere to put the trailer. Mr. Morris, the father of the customer who owns the furniture I was delivering, told me the name of the man who owned the property I was currently occupying and said that he might let me leave the trailer there until the repairs were done. I asked him, and without hesitating he said I could. The tow truck driver literally dragged the rig back onto the lot finally clearing the highway. I managed to find a welder who could come out and do the job properly, and the mechanics at the local truckstop said they could fix the rest of the problems. I had a lot of help from my dispatcher Paul, who was doing all he could to help me figure out solutions to the thorny problems that kept multiplying. The local guy I hired to help was very understanding, and he never complained even though I kept rescheduling the delivery due to the previous breakdowns. The customers were also very understanding about the delays. And lest I forget, my wife and several other people have been praying for me during this trip. I even owe a debt of gratitude to the guy at the truck rental place. I needed to rent a truck to move the shipment from my trailer to the storage unit, so I showed up at his place yesterday morning to get one. Unfortunately all the trucks he had were already reserved. Somehow, though, he managed to free one up. I got the idea that someone owed him a favor or something and that's how he did it. By the strangest coincidence, he was telling me that an Atlas Van Lines agent in Florida (probably the one I drive for) had literally saved all of his son's belongings when a hurricane came through Vero Beach. Whoever it was that helped him, I have to give them a big "thanks" too, because they may have helped me get a shuttle truck. My helper faithfully worked with me until 11 last night to get the furniture delivered. And now I sit here at the Pilot truck stop getting the rest of the repairs done. I should be able to make it to Savannah tomorrow some time. Ooops. I just found out the guy forgot to tell them the shocks needed to be replaced and they don't have any in stock. Oh well, maybe I can get 'em replaced in Savannah...

The shocks are a small thing actually. So many people helped me make these deliveries within the date spreads. Like Lenutt says, it's a real team effort...

Category: General

I'm cutting ties with Navizon, so you won't see our Buddy Locator button anymore. I'll still be looking for a tracking site so you can see where we've been lately. It's just that Navizon has changed its format and it's not even close to user-friendly anymore.

A comment on the last post from VM:



Funny you should mention that, mano. I carry a high-end Yamaha electronic keyboard in my trailer in case there's an opportunity to use it. But it seems like I never get the time anymore. Maybe some day we both can retire and start a little band or something.

But now it's time for our favorite contest called "What's Wrong with This Picture???!!!"

If you had to look at this more than 5 seconds then you probably should consider letting someone else drive. This ugly mess was brought to my attention shortly after I took off on I-10 going east out of Baytown, Texas. I had just had a trailer tire replaced in San Antone, and the T/A mechanic noticed that all of the trailer brake pads were worn too low, so I let him replace them too. Did he adjust the brakes too tightly? I can't tell for sure. All I know is that I was headed east on I-10 out of Baytown and I saw a motorist pointing to my left like there was something really wrong on that side. I looked in my mirror and didn't see anything, so I figured he was just another kook, like the dozens of other space cadets that we encounter every day that do the most bizarre things without the slightest thought. But he kept at it and when I looked again I saw smoke pouring out from one of the trailer wheels. My first reaction was that I needed to prevent a trailer fire, so I put on my blinker and downshifted while looking for a chance to get to the shoulder. A friendly motorist flashed me so I could change lanes, and I found the first open spot in the area which was restricted by a lot of construction. I pulled over into the space after an on-ramp, and I managed to get the rig out of the travel lanes. The wheels smoked heavily for a while, but eventually they cooled off. Initially the bearing was still intact, but not for long. I backed up the onramp a bit and tried to weigh my options. It seemed that if I could drive back the 20 miles to the truckstop things might work out okay. Since I still had a bearing at the time, and the manager at the T/A said they could do the repairs, I thought it might be worth a try. I found out I could get online using my Verizon connection, so I did a virtual recon of the route I would need to take using Google's mapping and satellite services. I have to say there were some sketchy places along the way. Considering that I would need to keep my speed at 20 mph or lower, I had a bunch of construction areas to go through that had no place to pull out of the travel lanes, and at one point there's even a bridge. But if it looked like everything might hold together long enough, I might be willing to try it. I had called my dispatcher Paul (on a Sunday-sorry boss!) and he thought it might be worth a shot. While I scrutinized my planned route online, a Texas trooper suddenly appeared in front of the truck. I explained the situation and he thought I would probably need a complete axle job on that side, which is what the T/A manager had said. He said he could call a wrecker for me, but I told him I wanted to see if I could limp this thing back to the T/A. He pointed out that the road going back to Baytown had a lot of construction, and if I got stuck there it would really mess up traffic. I nodded in agreement. And then he suggested that I could go to Beaumont instead, which would be going east the way I was headed, and I wouldn't have to go through any construction. This seemed to be the answer. So I powered down the laptop and tried to merge gracefully into traffic. (I need to give a lot of credit to the Texas trooper for his wonderful attitude. Other states would have shut me down in a minute and found a dozen ways to fine me for my problems. But this guy was totally sympathetic and he gave me credit for being the proffesional that I am.) I found a huge opening and started up through the gears to an incredible speed of 20 mph (with my flashers flashing away)! I was ready to merge onto the travel lanes when I noticed two trucks approaching. There was a tanker in the right lane and another truck in the fast lane. They were about 1/2 mile back when I saw them, and I noticed, to my horror, that the tanker was running side-by-side with the other truck, and he wasn't slowing down a bit! So I did the safest thing I could think of and used what little shoulder I had to come to a stop out of the travel lanes. Of course, Mr. tanker couldn't resist blaring his horn as he passed me. Does the term "aggresive driver" come to mind here? I don't know about you, but whenever I'm in the right lane, I am actively prepared for anything. Driving in the slow lane, the last thing I expect is that I can drive along at 70 mph and not come across something that will slow me down. But what I figure happened is that Mr. tanker was in a hurry and he was probably trying to pass the other truck on the right, and since this isn't a densely populated area, he wasn't expecting merging traffic. Big mistake, mister. I'm sure he realized his mistake when he saw me at the last minute, but of course he couldn't help blasting the horn just to cover his error.

My actual journey from the breakdown point to where I am now was not much more than a mile. When I finally got back on the highway again, I took the first offramp so I could inspect the condition of my wheels. I didn't see any smoke, but I thought I should see how things were holding up. Fortunately I found a Bar-B-Q place called "Gator Junction" that had a nice big parking area for trucks. And this is where I took the picture you see. No bearing. Kind of scary, actually. Frankly, there ain't much to keep those tires from flyin' off the end of the axle and making life a lot more sucky. So I opted for plan B. Which is either find someone who can do a little major axle work out here where I'm parked, or have someone come out and pull the wheel off and chain the axle up so I can make it to a mechanic in Beaumont. I tried calling several places today but noone answered the phone. Heck, waddya expect? It's the Chinese New Year!
(A curious coincidence: Chinese New Year today and US Presidents' Day tomorrow. Think about the connection: What US president won great acclaim for his diplomatic victories with China?)

It slowly dawned on me that my accumulated milage today might be a little less than the 600+ miles I was hoping for. Total miles for Feb. 18: 23. Resolutely, I resigned myself to this fate, and tried to make the best of things. And here's one of the things that made this side trip a little more tolerable: Texas Bar-B-Q, baby! After being taunted by the smells coming from Gator Junction, I decided it was time to see what they had to offer. For those of you who know what good Texas Bar-B-Q is like, you don't need any explanation. For the rest of you, I feel only pity. You see, in Texas they don't bury everything in a bunch of sauce. What they do is slow-cook the heck out of some really top-notch pieces of meat, with a perfect blend of seasonings, so you have this wonderful carne just falling off the bone. I went for the brisket and rib combo. What I should have done was just ribs alone, because brisket tends to be somewhat dry, and I'm kinda sensative to dry meat. But they gave me some sauce to dip the strips of brisket in so it wasn't too terrible. But the ribs? I could eat them every day for the rest of my life and ask for more! Actually I just did. Since it was approaching 9 pm, I figured I should make one final run before the place closed. Yes, they had some of those delectible ribs left. So I eagerly ordered a plate and chatted a bit while my food was prepared. Everyone noticed I had been here a good part of the day and we all joked about it. I explained to them why I was stuck here, and one of the employees told me about a mechanic nearby that I could talk to. Very friendly people, these Texans. And now if I have room, I'll finish the beans and coleslaw that came with the meal. But oh those ribs! Just enough "tang" to remind you you're close to Louisianna. But always that incredible smokey flavor that sets Texas cuisine apart from the rest. Poncho Villa, eat your heart out!


Here I am at 7:30 pm pacific time, and 9:30 pm central time. I guess I better get to bed. Let me leave you with these pearls of wisdom I found in the men's room at Gator Junction:

Category: General

For many of us drivers our current driver status is a temporary thing until we get a job doing one of the many other things that we really love. This can take some time, though. For some, it might be a few months. For others, a few years. And not uncommonly, some will have wait their entire lives. (Check out the movie "It's a Wonderful Life").

Greetings from Baytown (TX) :)

Category: General

Check, one two three, testing...

Do you hear me?

Anyone out there?

Well, for those of you might still be checking this blog once in a while, who are interested, who may have subscribed to the RSS feed, or maybe you just landed here by accident, or you have a strange attraction for the bizarre adventures of another truck driver, like VM, Lenutt, RoadHazrade, et al., we shall update you as to all things regarding your favorite bedbuggers. What is our status? One word- busyasusual. (Hey, I can make that one word if I want!) Yes, we have been constantly busy, even on our "time off". This is the fate of the truck owner. Only now it looks like we may ACTUALLY start to make some money so we can pull out of the hole we've slowly but persistently been digging ourselves into for the last 6 months. I never cease to be amazed at how much surplus time can be completely annihilated by the *details*. Oh details, my details! Will you never stop? Do I want you to? They say the Devil is in the details, but I disagree. Details give life depth and meaning. The Devil just tries to mess it all up so it drags us down. But he ain't gonna succeed. We all got details. VM has two young girls- do we have to tell him about details? I know Lenutt has details, and prolly Sir Hazard of Road Tambien. I know about details. Our portable recorder recently expired and after a long hard search we found another that produces wonderfully exceptional recordings. And so we have continued to document the lives of the people we relocate. And do you know what the really amazing thing is? Even though we aren't the very top-of-the-list movers for Atlas (in other words, we don't get first pick of the best loads. but not last pick either. somewhere in-between, which means we get a pretty good representation of the average American to move from one place to another), it seems that everyone we move has such rich and meaningful experiences to share with us. To be honest, I'm not very "patriotic". In fact, I'll be blunt and say the US government is the closest thing to fascism since mussolini held sway in Italy. Maybe worse. (Oh, you doubt this? Check out this link, my friends!) But it is not the government that makes America- it is *Americans* that make America! In spite of all the treachery from our supposed "public servants". And so Karen and I have been privileged (meaning "private law") to document the beliefs, hopes, dreams, aspirations, memories, and struggles of so many of our peers, as we journey across the continental US. Do you want to know what America looks like? Here we are:









These are just a few of the amazing Americans we've moved. If you want to learn more about these wonderful people, and others with equally compelling stories, just go to our Home Page. Or click on the "POD" link below to go directly to our podcast, which you can access with any Internet-capable device. (And then click on the little headphone icon at the bottom of each item.) Okay, the details are-a-calling and I can't put them off any longer. Happy trails!

Ken and Karen

Category: General

You bring up a good point, VM. It's often a better deal to pay more for quality than to pay *lots* more for lack of quality. I've had several instances where a mechanic's lack of ability or outright negligence cost me severely in time wasted and extra repairs. The problem with us O/O drivers, especially the ones who free-wheel all over the country like ourselves, is that we're never sure where our downtime will be. So we can't really keep any dedicated mechanics, let alone good ones we can trust. Mechanics like to have steady business, and they can count on that with the larger local carriers. But a single-truck operation doing coast-to-coast hauling is not very appealing to anyone. So it ends up being kind of a crap shoot. The next time you hear someone talking about how much money O/O's make, remind them about this little wrinkle. It's one of many little details that can end up hitting you real hard in the pocketbook. Fortunately, there are other factors that enter into the equation, which we have a lot more control over, and so we're still able to come out ahead...

Category: General

I have found myself *really* enjoying a break from the details. I guess things were a little more stressful than I realized, because it has been so easy to do absolutely nothing for several days now. At first I struggled with some guilt, but now I have no regrets. I'm looking forward to a fresh start at the beginning of the next month. (One of the advantages of being an O/O is that sometimes you can vanish from sight for a time.) Atlas had some reloads to run by me, but they needed to start loading too soon. To explain, first you have the vacation time itself. But after that, you have all the repairs and other things that were put on hold in order to set up the vacation. Since the repairs, etc. still need to be done after the vacation ends, and since they've been put off for quite a while now, we need more time for these things. And considering that it took 4 or 5 days just to get a water pump replaced, a list of *several* repairs could take the same amount of time very easily, depending on the abilities and availability of the mechanic(s) we hire.

Here's some comments from the last post:





(The above quote was from "jn")

Thanks for the good wishes, VM. Believe me, señor, ranting is expected. I've worked locally, and I can honestly say you guys work *hard* for the money. If anyone is entitled to rant, it's you, amigo. BTW, thanks for keeping the birds fed so people like me can keep enjoying those Cali Cluckers!

(Also, here's a shout-out to Lenutt: Good to hear your lady-bird is doing better. Greetings to you from both Karen and I.)

Thanks for the prayers, jn. Karen and I would love to meet you, too. I'll try to keep our position updated on Navizon so you can see where we are, and if we get near your place maybe we'll have some time to visit. I don't share alot of relationship stuff on our blog and podcast, but it's a vital part of the whole thing. It's actually not very difficult to live together in close quarters, and it's something I would recommend to anyone who is married and likes to travel together. We've met couples that have been on the road together as long as 20 years or more. The key to the whole thing is *conflict resolution*, which is something we still struggle with. It's very easy to slip into destructive patterns that just keep repeating, and we frequently have to separate ourselves for a while and then start fresh again. Our faith is a big factor in all of this, because we know the final outcome (Romans 8:28). The only question is how we will finally get there.

Meanwhile, I've been playing with this new photo morphing program I found for free. I noticed that a certain daytime talkshow host had a strangely familiar smile. Just for fun, I did some digital manipulations with a couple of photos and came up with a short video that I uploaded to YouTube. Here's the link:

YouTube Video

(If you click the link and it shows an error message, just right click the link above and select "Open in New Window".)

I'm still a big fan of the Dog Whisperer. In one episode, the guy enters a room with a couple of very vicious looking dogs that are barking ferociously. Without making a sound, he manages to approach the dogs without getting bitten, and in a few minutes they are sitting there quietly like they were the calmest animals in the world. To be honest, he doesn't just go running into the room. He opened the door very slowly, moving into the room little-by-little. But in a relatively short time, the dogs were completely under his control, even though their owners could not get them to obey in the least. I mean, here the owners have been yelling at the dogs for weeks trying to get them to obey, and with a few subtle motions and sounds the DW is able to put them in their place in a matter of minutes. Amazing stuff.

I'm still waiting for guesses about the photos in the last post. Any ideas? Jeff? Curtis? Anyone?

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