Dawg Patrol 5-O

This morn we went out on patrol and it was busy. Every single good-for-nothing stubfart, retard retiree, and random village hemorrhoid was out enjoying the warm weather and stirring up trouble. We killed and ate several and chased off fags like Mike, Chutes and Cederq! We are always on duty!!!

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Yesterday we got flagged down by the cops and when I reported our body count - we were given a prize!

I wish JL were still around.

He’d be GREEN with envy!!!

I think it’s some kind of frisbee thing? When we got home the baby confiscated it. He and the Niglet play tug of war with it and I couldn’t be happier. Hannah shares her toys and food with the new puppy and the only way she’ll hurt him is if she accidentally steps on him or falls on him. For his part, The Rat is incredibly quick. He’s gonna need to be.

All that tropical weather has turned our corner of the world into an ice rink at night, and a filthy slurpee during the day.

That was this morn. By now it’s a horrible admixture of slush, water and ice.

That’s the approach to Dawg Island.

Nope. Not happening. Not today. That is all glaze ice down there. Y’know… I love the warm weather. But this fricken ice is NOT fun. I would not want to be a cop having to walk around on this crap.