Pat' Fights Back ....!

 Bastard! 

Having got him at it something terrible, last Wednesday, it was purely coincidental that I had another, spontaneous, pop at him today. Fucker saw me coming though .....

 I'd been cutting rushes for him, again, down on the Bog. We were both aware of how, in some places down there, a man could lose a bloody leg in it. 

 Actually, I could imagine Archaeologists, thousands of years from now. They'll dig up some perfectly preserved example of black rubber and enshrine it as " The Leitrim Bog Boot ".

 But, I digress. So; I've done my time, down on the Bog there. I'm fucking knackered. And now I have the long trudge, back up to the road. Petrol can in hand. Brush Cutter on my shoulder.

 And there's Pat' and Declan, attacking the track sides with chain saws. Alright for some! I'd been staggering around, on my own, down there in the Bog ..... 

 Ding!!! The idea just settled on my mind like a fresh quilt over a tired mans bed .....

  " Met a frog, down there, Pat. He'd come up from the lower section. "

 I'd previously asked Pat' if he'd chopped any frogs. He said he never saw any. I was amazed at that and said how I flushed a few, most days. Always making sure to catch them and chuck them back where I'd already been.

 Anyway, Pat' was all ears. My frog spotting seems to fascinate him. As does much I mention about the wildlife.

 " I said to him; 'So, my green and slippery friend ..... Where have You appeared from? "

 Pat' was obviously, suitably and rewardingly hanging on my every word here.

 " I've just come up from the lower section of the Bog. " He told me. " That bit you're about to start working in. "

 So, I asked this frog, Pat'; " I'll probably be down amongst that lot tomorrow, Froggy. And, what's it like down there? "

 To which this frog answered me ..... And, even as I spoke, I was hearing Pat's voice matching my very words! 

 In unison, we recited: " Knee Deep! Knee Deep! ".

Bastard! I'll have him again, some time soon!
   

Ever Thought Ye've Had A Bad Day ....?

 Un fucking believable! Especially in light of the last thing I posted on here .....

 I've had Chain Dog, my Rottie bitch, out for her constitutional. She's sniffed around, whilst leading me around. Sniffing half an acre till she's finally found that precise spot in the entire universe where it's cosmically decreed that, this day, she shall  dump her guts.

 She assumes the position. I let the lead go slack. Her 'Bum Stump' quivers .....

 And, I'm standing there, kind of idly gazing at her ring piece. Not really seeing it. Just zoning out there as I take a minute to mull over some thought. I need to mark where she lays her mines. I need to pick them up, after all.

 But, then I hear a croaked; " Ah; That's just fucking grand! "  And a Dog Log pops off the ground and sort of jumps off  to flop down in the grass some inches away!

 I'm like; Get To Fucking Fuck!!!!! Self propelling Dog shit?! Fuck Right Off!!!

 Then, the frog hopped again. This time leaving his steaming burden behind. Though, I suspect he had a hell of a fuckin' skid mark down his back!

 You or me, struck by lightening. Or a frog, shit on by a Rottweiler? I know which one I reckon I'm more likely to live to see again!