So i get home from work last night....(didnt ride due to rain and wind)
and i open the garage door to find that my dog had gotten in between my harley and the wall........( where an entire piece of 3/4 mdf particle board, and my floor creeper sat ) and knocked them over on top of my front fender, and windshield........!!!!!!!!!
i stood there kinda shocked, as i decided how to move a 75 pound sheet of wood, and my floor creeper off the bike, without producing more damage......
and as the foul language began, the dog bailed into the igloo, cause she knew what i was thinkin by now.....Dog !!! i'm gonna beat your aZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ !!!!!!
so i carefully lifted the wood off first, i still couldnt see the front end ( due to the creeper being smashed against the bike ) and thought.....HHHmmmm the metal bracket in the center of the creeper is sitting dead center on my fender.... so as i lifted, or rather "chucked" the creeper out of the way,
i found a big azz giant chip in the front fender, and in addition, its bent !!!!!!!!!!
as i began to weep for the tin on the bike, i looked at the shield...................( humble dispair )......an 9 inch scratch on the left side.......= junk.......and as my eyes went down a little more........headlight...............= busted.......


lets just say......well, hell what do ya say.......i looked at my dog....and she looked at me..( gently holding a very small pumpkin in her mouth she had stolen from the porch at lunchtime ) and i said to her....Dog !!!!!! i'm gonna beat your #$%$$^^#$$^!!!!!!!
she ran........and i just want all of you to know.....she was a good dog..........................
and still is........i didnt lay a finger on her, and thats the truth.....she already knew she was toast, before i got home......g