Still Pluggin' Away

Well, me and Pony are still alive and kicking. It's summer here in Northern Ontario, Canada and we've been spending a lot of time on the water. Me fly fishing and Pony pretending he's a trout. His greatest pleasure on our outings is waiting and watching my cast, observing my line mends and then bounding out into the middle of the river to catch my fly mid-drift. I know I should just leave him at home when I go fish, but he so enjoys fucking my fishing up that I can't bear to leave him behind. Plus, on the few occassions I have slipped out by myself he always gets pissed and bites me when I return.

Anyways . . .

This is not really anything other than a way to prevent our blog from being shut down for inactivity. I have kinda moved on, but Pony suggested I keep it going in case I (or he) needs it later.

Maybe we'll talk later, maybe not. We'll see.

Hold on a fucking minute!

"What, Pony? Got somethin' to say?"

Fucking right I do. Bye.

"That's it?"

Yep.

Oh. Okay.