A good buddy of mine has a crap load of oak firewood, already split, at his house that he said I should go get, seeing as how he is working out of state and wouldn't use it anyway. So, yesterday before the rain came, I went over and got this truckload. When I got home Lika was waiting there in the yard and watched me as I backed up to the bank, where I could unload the wood easily. We designed this parking spot in this cut to allow me to back my truck up, with the tailgate down, and easily load or unload clay or whatever. You just walk right into the bed of the truck. Anyway, I went a little too far and hit that rock you see sticking up there. (unfinished retaining wall) Well, after I hit the rock, Lika starts barking like crazy. I knew what I had done but I got out anyway, after pulling up just a little, to see. 'You damn dawg! (and I said it just like that too) you ain't worth a crap at flagging me! You're suppose to bark before I hit something. I know I've hit it by now.' He just sighed heavily and went to lay down.
Now, ya'll know I was just teasing him and so then he tries to work on my sympathies by being cute. Funny how a lot of males tend to use this technique. They just offer their underside up to you and think you'll just forget all about everything. What's bad, is it usually works on me.