Re: User Group Day - Your Accounts, Impressions and Photos
Re: User Group Day - Your Accounts, Impressions and Photos
The Dog Ate my Custom Wound Pickup....
So I get back to my friend's place Saturday night. He's out but he left me a key. So i go in and start setting my stuff down. I put my bag of Duncan goodies on the floor, and go get my guitar. When i get back, the dog (Akida-type) is sniffing in my Duncan bag. The dog proceeds to pick up the bag with the pickup I wound (Zebra 9k PG!) in it's mouth. So I say "Here poochy poochy" and attempt to get the animal to put the pickup down. The dog runs off into the kitchen with pickup in mouth!. A brief chase ensues, and the dog get's away!!!!!!
So I'm looking for the dog - and more importantly the pickup all over. I even check through the doggie door into the garage, because it's obvious the dog hangs out in there and plays. After a short while the dog shows up in the kitchen, without the bag. Now I'm really worried. It's decent sized house, and the thing could be anywhere, and I don't want to go totally tearing up my friend's place (but I will if i have to...). My heart is beating at a very unhealthy pace...
I decide that maybe I can get the dog to show me where it put the pickup by pretending to want to play with a doggie toy, thinking that's what he was doing in the first place. So I get a toy and hold it out and shake it a bit "Do you want to play boy?" Sure enough the dog starts moving away like it wants to play.
It moves out into the garage. I'm thinking cool - it looks like plays with stuff and hangs out there in the garage a lot, so it's in here somewhere! I'm looking around all over the garage and think cool, I'll find in here behind something. Cool - until I see the dog run out ANOTHER doggie door in the garage to the outside!!! AHHHHHHHHH - the mutt has dropped my pickup in a hole somewhere in the hills of Simi Valley!!!!!!!!
I proceed outside, still under the guise of playing with the beast. We go over to the patio and onto the grass. It's dark and there is a whole lot of California hill out there. I'm not real optimistic at this point. I'm looking around though, and I notice the bag out of the corner of my eye just laying there - and the pickup was in it!!!! My pulse returns to normal finally!!!!!!
I did not let that pickup of of me until about 10 minutes ago! I could not believe that some ill trained half dingo might have ran off and buried my pickup out in the hills somewhere. The animal at a couple of other points in the evening managed to jump up and walk around on the kitchen table and piss on the leg of my bed. I don't think he liked me. The feeling was mutual.
