I’m not working this weekend, because I have a much more important job to do. I’m building a dog cart. Someone decided that 1 1/2 years old was the right time to trane a Bernese Mountain Dog to pull a cart. This is supposedly one of the things they were bred for. If you knew our Berner you would be laughing as hard as I am. He is just a big clumsy puppy. I can see myself flying down the road totally out of control. Should be interesting!
My wife found the plans for the cart on-line at some website (I think it was called “HowtogetridofanIrishInspector.com”). I promise to post pictures of my demise as soon as I am released from either jail or the hospital or both.