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Freshly fed and full of energy that needs to be burned off! So nothing like a good romp to get their meal good and mixed together to ensure a nice even distribution of their night’s supply of Boxer Butt Burps!

Frankie is growing so fast it’s unreal. Sometimes I think I can almost hear him growing in his sleep, because every morning it seems like he’s visibly bigger than the night before.

And Penny’s starting to understand that she has to let him get bigger before she can go full on Boxer Play Mode with him. But give Frankie another three or four months, and I think she’s going to have more than she knows what to do with!! And something tells me that I’m gonna be in the market for a steel reinforced concrete couch pretty soon! Because at this rate, I’ll be going through a couch a month!!

They do look just a little too casual to not be up to something nefarious, don’t they?! It kinda reminds me of the kid who’s all sprawled out on the couch and failing miserably at looking nonchalant. Of course he’s only sitting that way so you don’t notice the whole box of cookies he’s got wedged between the small of his back and the armrest!

But if they have gotten into something that they’re not supposed to, they’ve done an excellent job of covering their tracks, because I haven’t discovered anything that’s been any more Boxerfied than it usually is.

Now, the thought has occurred to me that I’m being set up for their own amusement, too. They probably wanted to see if they could turn me into a raging paranoid basket case, just so they can get a big laugh out of watching me tear the house apart to the rafters looking for whatever it is that they must’ve done to be acting this way!!!🤪🤪🤣🤣

I should probably get out more often, huh?!?🙆🏻‍♂️🤷🏻‍♂️🤦‍♂️😆😆

Well, we’re going into our second week with Frankie’s fractured foreleg, and he’s made a few interesting discoveries about having a splint on it.

The most obvious one is that he can use it to kinda point at whatever he’s interested in, or by giving it a little thump, just to make sure he’s being perfectly clear!

But he’s also discovered that he can use it to emphasize his point, by thumping the floor with it to show me how insistent he is about it! It’s absolutely hilarious to see him look at his empty food bowl, and then look at me expectantly. And if I don’t get to it within the next few seconds, he’ll thump that thing down on the floor as if to say “Now, dammit! Not in a few minutes, hooman. Right NOW!” He hasn’t let me catch that one on camera yet, but I’m trying!

The newest of his “alternate methods” of use, was one that I only discovered this morning. And let’s just say that I’m not a fan of his little idea.

The little twerp figured out that this fiberglass sock we’re making him wear, also makes a great cudgel for bashing his hooman in the face with, when he decides it’s time for me to wake up and tend to his whims!!

So I’m being awakened out of a good, sound sleep from being repeatedly hammer fisted in the face by a 12 week old Boxer puppy yielding a not so insubstantial fiberglass club!! And I thought it hurt when he cracked me across the top of my foot with it the other day!!!

Ahhh, Boxers….. Only a Boxer could take something like a broken leg, and turn it into a nonstop comedy routine!! Man, I love these idiots!!🤣🤣

Yes, you read that right! I was out running a bunch of boring errands, and spotted a new pawnshop that had just opened up, so I stopped in for a quick look around.

We all know that if you’re looking for a good deal on something, musical equipment in particular, then a pawnshop is probably the last place you’re going to find it. But sometimes there’s some interesting little trinket that catches your eye, and you don’t come across it just anywhere. So you don’t mind parting with a twenty for it. But that’s about my only reason for going into one.

But…. I do always make it a point to take a look at any guitars they may have. Anything modern is likely to hard used junk with a price tag on it that’s asking for more than the cost of a new model, so I don’t give them more than a passing glance. But, you just never know when that old, grime covered acoustic with no strings that’s being sold as a fifty dollar wall decoration, turns out to be a rare vintage Martin, or something, and it’s actually worth tens of thousands. It does happen sometimes. It’s just never happened to me. Yet. But I’ll still take a look anyway…

So when I saw a back wall with over a dozen nice, shiny guitars hanging on it, I figured I have entered the world of the two thousand dollar Squires, right? Most of what they had looked like it was brand new, and the few that did look used, had been taken extremely good care of. Just a little light patina that comes with age. There were no cheap knockoffs, and there were no junkers, either. In fact, I didn’t even see a single missing string or control knob in the entire lot. But nothing was labeled as being new, which was surprising given the quality. What was even more surprising, was that everything was priced at the higher end of the range for a used guitar. The same prices as you would find in the used section of any regular music store. The Peavey bass amp was sitting on a shelf right next to the guitars, and it also looked like it was brand spanking new.

There were three basses, and both the Jackson and the Mitchell were in pristine condition, without a single scratch or ding anywhere. The third was a used P Bass, and it was the most obviously used instrument they had, and I’m not a fan of them, anyway. So, just for the hell of it, I decided to see if they would do a package deal for the two bass guitars and the amp.

The sticker price for the three of them totaled up to 720 dollars. So I asked one of the employees what they would take for all three. He said he’d have to ask the owner, who was in his office on a phone call, and took the price tags with him as he headed for the office. A minute later, he came back with 540 written on a piece of paper. If he was willing to come down almost 200 bucks on round one of negotiations, I decided to go for broke, and see if I could chop this guy’s legs off. So I told the guy that I’d do it for 375 in CASH. That emphasis on the word cash is usually what makes the difference. He looked really skeptical, but said he’d take the counter offer to the boss.

In less than a minute, he came back out looking a little shocked, and he said make it 400 dollars in cash, you’ve got a deal! And since I’ve seen just the amp going for about that much for a used one, I peeled off four crisp bills, before the guy could come to his senses, and toss me out of the place!

The same guy helped me lug my loot out to my car, and he told me that the owner had never wanted to sell musical gear, because pawnshops can’t compete with the internet, or the chain stores, so the stuff just sits there. The only reason that any of it was in the store at all, was because the owner’s wife had gotten a bit carried away, and on a whim, had bought somebody’s entire guitar collection at an estate auction. That’s why everything was in such good shape, but it also left him stuck with the stuff. And since he wanted the space to put in more jewelry cases, it left him with no choice but to try to offload it as fast as possible, and just hope he doesn’t take too much of a loss on it!!

Sorry about your wife’s lack of impulse control, but thanks for the two free bass guitars, since I’ve already made my money back by selling the amp!!