Our regular Tuesday night game has been bumped up to Monday, and our regular Thursday game has been bumped back to Friday. End result is a loooong week, a tough game on Friday after getting cold, and another tough game against a hungry team with the HABS facing the two games in 24 hours fatigue factor. It also means I have to spend my weekday evenings this week interacting with.....the family ....in an attempt to help the agonising and painful non game nights to go by.
No hockey and all family make HLD go crazy! I suppose this would be a good time to continue with my research project, which was initiated to try and answer an age old question: How much beer does a racoon have to drink to pass out before making it out of my lawn. So far we're up to a full bottle with no results. Not only does this show that the Canadian racoon makes this nation proud in its fermented yeast tolerance capabilities, but it also means that this rabies wielding wild rodent has put my dog to shame. The HLD family’s dog, companion and protector hasn’t made it past half a bottle of beer before hurling a projectile that would make Chris Farley proud, making sweet sweet love to the cat's litter box and finally passing out upside down and stretched out half way down the stairs with its legs up in a possum like manner and drool hanging out further than it’s tongue. His only saving grace is that waking up hung-over in the morning, he's as lazy, if not more so, than his drinking companion/owner. On any other morning he would be waking me up in bed, leash in mouth, and tail in wag. Hung-over however, walking is the least of his priorities, and in an ultimate testimony to his laziness, I have seen him attempt to use the cats litter box (yes...the very same one he was cuddling the night before) for his business.
So all this to say
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