Ant-dog gets up,…racing…ok, we can call it that… 😈
anyway he gets up, walks over and says, “how bad is it?”
to which I reply looking at my bud Andy…
“Where is the nearest medemerge?”
He rolls out and comes back with his now enemy Bill D with like a zillion stitches in the noggin…
I know how to get to those trails but I haven’t been there in forever days.