Friday, August 24, 2012


This week while doing some work on a cabin for a client Bullwinkle came by for a visit.

The radio was blareing a station of Pop music and he didn't seem to be bothered by the noise I was making, he probably couldn't even hear me because of it.

He sat down just a few feet away under a tree and chewed his cud all morning.

After lunch I was tired of the station and tuned in a Country one for the afternoon.
This didn't set well with Bullwinkle as he got up and left, but before he did, he gave this face to show me what he thinks of Country Music.

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