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This would be the blog of one Marshall J. Wise or "Marsh" to my friends -- it's "Marshall" to the company or others who know me not. If you are friend, then 'tis Marsh. Anywho, this be just my thoughts and bloviations on life, reenacting, the world and other thoughtless provoking crap. Yes, I am a reenactor, yes, I own reenactor.Net... Remember: work to live, not live to work.

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Name: Marsh Wise
Location: Chambersburg, Colony of Penna, United States

Hmmm, "about me" huh? It's kind of boring. I'm a truck driver hauling U.S. Mail for a Postal Contractor. Reenacting Lessee, I am into reenacting... WWI, WWII and Roman. Doing the first two, I portray a German (no, I don't care one bit if you're offended), in the last, I do a 1st Century Roman impression. I find the Roman Empire fascinating. r.Net I have owned reenactor.Net (the biggest reenactor website on the planet) since 1998 and am constantly trying to make it better (for that, I really need 37 hour days). One good thing about r.Net is it allows me to meet and know a lot of really great and nice people who's knowledge just leaves me floored. How I think... Do you really care about how I think? I'm kind of a dork... If you read the blog, you'll see how I think (or don't think, if you listen to a lot of people).

Saturday, March 7, 2009

The BITCH! Oh, the BITCH!

I bet you were thinking this was about something else... it's about m dog Zoey. She's a Australian Cattle Dog, or, as many call them, a Red Heeler (or Queensland Heeler). She's smart, I'll give her that. She's a good dog, but... if you're out side her family group or on her street... watch out! Tonight we were walking and a neighbor girl was walking her dog... Zoey goes nuts!! Nothing new, I made her sit. I took Angus in and figured we'd walk around... they come back around the block and I sit her down (I was holding her as she doesn't like that)... so, I am kneeling there, holding her and she starts snarling and all. I (foolishly) put my hand around her snout and BAM, she got me. Good too. OWWWWWW. That earned her a bit of a spanking (sorry Jessica) and I picked her up and carried her back to the house, head down (she really doesn't like that). And bad me, I bit her a couple of times... making sure she couldn't bite back--a Heeler specialty. I know, the "experten" say you shouldn't do it. Sometimes I do.

She has this temper around other dogs--it's a Heeler thing. However, she needs to chill and I gues it will be muzzle time on walks now :-( Kills me too as she gets a lot of joy from it. I need to buy her a basket muzzle... always about money. She's always pretty lovey. The times she get sme are when I get in the way. I need to NOT try and grab her mouth, just rein her in and take her away. MY BAD! Oh well, I'm sure I'll remember. But will she?

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