Thursday, March 17, 2016

A Culinary visit to Ireland

I have to say, the food on my last trip  to Ireland (professional speaking engagement) was incredible. It ranged from some surprising pub food at this establishment to some gourmet food at a four star hotel up North. Seated up by the bar, I expected the usual bland tavern fare. What a surprise. Venison Stew in Red Wine Gravy under Puff Pastry. It was incredible, though the smell of the Lamb Stew next to me was pretty tempting. I sent my compliments back to the chef, and wished I could have snagged the recipe.
Seafood was plentiful. In Portrush, some Tiger Prawns with Garlic Roast Vegetables. No picture as it was gone too quick.

In Dublin, on in the Temple Bar District, there was this great little discovery for a couple of dinners.
Salmon over Pan Roasted Veggies. (Have you noticed there appears to be a Guinness in each picture?)
And the best Fish and Chips I had during the whole trip, as fresh as you can find it. No, that's now "guacamole" but whipped peas.
We won't mention the breakfast buffet at the hotel in Donegal. But Irish cooking back in history was more simple.   Potatoes were boiled, not mashed with roasted garlic. Soda bread? It was not the Americanized version with white flour and lots of sugar and currants. (though that is tasty). It was course flour, baking soda, salt and buttermilk (if you were well off) or sour milk (if times were tough). Plain simple food, for hard working people tilling the earth. Folks back then weren't intent on gourmet. In the Ireland of long ago, people were considered successful if they just stayed alive.

So for tonight, in honor of those strong people who tilled that land, and to bring back some memories of a trip of a lifetime, some simple Irish Brown Bread that was made to go with some simple vegetable soup.

Click on the photos to enlarge. Have napkin handy.

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Quote of the Week

If you judge, investigate.
 - Seneca

Monday, March 14, 2016

Shooting Sports - First Beginnings

It's wafer thin!

Sometimes we're warned, sometimes we're not, but in either the culinary world, the personal or business world, even the shooty/sporting world, we are often asked to try something new. Sometimes it's tough if it's something that caused some stress in our life before.  Certainly losing Barkley, I swore I'd not get another dog, then I look at Abby Normal the Labrador mix snoring on the couch and I am so happy we took that step.  But it's not always easy.

I've done a fair amount of adventurous things by some peoples standards, but to the serious thrill seeker, any more I'd be like the 3 toed sloth of the sporting world.  I got a letter in High School Girls' Track, competing in the mile and hurdles, but that was about it.  I can rappel  (I can bleed too).  I know which is the forward end of a crossbow (and  a bowling ball)  and I can fly a swept wing jet where others can reuse it. But that's about the extent of my Indiana Jones type skills.

If you put me in front of a hurdle now, I'd stop short like a recalcitrant horse.  But it's  kind of nice to know, sitting here with a knee, that after losing a good chunk of meniscus has all the support of shredded wheat, there are still many things I can do, even with fifty some years under my belt.
But I'm  still usually willing to try.  Until a family member gave me scuba lessons.  I had NO desire to take them.  For you see, I'm claustrophobic. I'm OK with the dark, but don't put me somewhere where my breathing appears restricted or my body is restricted in movement and I'm closed in. I have no idea why.  I was never traumatized by a Bustier or had any other experience that would make me fear tight places.  But the first time I went into a cave and immediately came RIGHT back up, pale and sweating and needing to breathe into a lunch sack, I knew.

So I never learned to dive.

But I did put on some leather and boots and go up and pull some G's in a Decathlon once in a while to convince myself I wasn't a total coward.

But  many people are afraid to try anything new,  My Dad was Mr. Meat and Potatoes.  Spaghetti was considered "foreign", even pizza slightly suspect.  On our birthdays though, we got to pick where we ate.  Big Bro and I both picked this little Japanese restaurant, very traditional in style, where could eat with Mom and Dad and our favorite Aunt and Uncle, the Boeing engineer.
It was created to simulate a trip to Japan, with bonsai trees, rice paper screens, bamboo, rockery and ice carvings, statues and beautiful Japanese waitresses who wore kimonos and served us in private rooms covered with tatami mats.  The menu was mostly tempura, teriyaki and sukiyaki, sushi not on the US radar yet.

My Brother and I absolutely loved that birthday outing.  Dad was probably secretly hoping someone would take him home and make him a Corned Beef on Marble Rye.
But after Mom died, we actually got him to a Mexican restaurant.  One large combo plate and two Corona's later he was on board. Now he'll try about anything, as long as meat is involved.

It's good to see him branch out.  It helped him try new things, trips, outings with other seniors after my Step Mom died and brother died.  Sometimes he has to ask for help, but at least he's  interested in trying.

Such it is when I meet people that have an interest in learning to shoot.  I hear. (1) It's hard (2)  it's expensive, (3) it's dangerous.
The answer is (1) it's easier than golf (2) not as much as some things (3)  it's more dangerous NOT to.

There is a decided benefit to learning to shoot, not just confidence, motor skills but self defense. It's  a benefit to others in states that allow concealed carry, those law abiding citizens  who may not be armed themselves (it's a given the bad guys will have guns). For you see, those that want to harm you do not know who carries and who does not. Over time, they have the decided chance of accidentally attacking an armed person, male or female, large or small. They're less likely to do it in a place where people can carry, they just don't know WHO?
So even if you don't carry to resist evil,you still have some protection by protective mimicry, as in nature, when harmless animals resemble a more formidable foe, giving pause to even the most determined of predators. I think that predators that pick their victims based on their expected lack of resistance, size or ability to fight back will think twice if they believe their small target is carrying a gun. Especially one that has the ability to put a sizable hole in them.

But in gun free zones, EVERYONE but the bad guys is a potential target.
So you've made that decision to learn to shoot for sport or self defense.  Perhaps you've even picked out a firearm. But in order to carry with confidence, you need to not only have a weapon you are comfortable with, but you need to learn with it and  practice with it. Grabbing it out of the end table, after a friend or loved one instructed you in its use one or two times, with dim light and your Adrenalin running, is not the time to be fumbling with your firearm.  The rapist/home intruder is not going to wait. Take some classes, most sporting goods stores and gun ranges have information as to where one can get "one on one" or group instruction.  There are even "ladies only" classes for the female shooter that wants the support of other women new to the sport. For the women in the audience I'd recommend the books of both Kathy Jackson -

and Lynne Finch  (a multi-talented lady I'm friends with on and off the blog)
plus a great book written for general audiences

Blogger and instructor William Keller with a great  read  for the beginning shooter:


Participating in some of the activities at the local range is also another way to dust off your skills and have some fun and fellowship with fellow shooters after you've got the basics of safety down.
I'd done self defense shooting for a few years, but I'd never tried a bowling pin match.  A number of the pistol/shooting/conservation clubs have bowling pin matches, putting your quick shoot skills against a line of bowling pins intent on standing up, in addition to great everyday, match and proficiency shooting opportunities, in an environment of safe gun handling and family oriented sportsmanship. 
If you've not tried one it's time. You shoot the pins, but watch out. If they fall over with the small pointy end forward they're a b(#ch to get off the table in the time and shots you have left.

The first time I participated in one, after watching one of the matches at a local conservation club with friends, I had been hesitant to sign up.  Frankly, I figured everyone would be better than me (check!)  I'd have to ask a lot of questions (check!) and I would have my ass handed to me by a bowling pin (check!)

But you know what?  No one cared and I had a blast!  There was support, there was encouragement and there were kindly offered tips on what works and explanation of the rules of the game.  I learned.  I learned a lot.  And I had FUN.  Had I not tried it I'd have missed out on something wonderful. The second time, I held my own and knocked over all the pins, not fast, but by golly, they were horizontal.

Take THAT, evil bowling pins!
Another fun way to spend the evening is the steel plate match, but that will be a story for another day.

One thing I notice at such events as the participants ranged from late teens to the geriatric set.  If you've ever thought of taking up a shooting sport or learning to shoot for self defense, don't let age stop you if your mind is quick and your courage is intact, even if your knees moved to Aruba and didn't send a post card.

One is never to old to learn. One is never too old to take in their hand the instrument that for them, will be the perfect medium between the spiritual and the physical, the roaring blast of a dream, and the lingering echo of their strength.
Big caliber, small caliber, whatever works best for you, but don't stay away from the range because you feel you are too old, too rusty in skills that went stale, or too fixed in your life. And definitely don't stay away because you worry about being the only female or the only beginner.

So whether it be shooting, or other sports, or just trying something new in the kitchen, a spice that's never touched your lips, a piece of game you harvested and cooked yourself.  Be a little adventuresome, get outside your comfort level and live.
In a photo album at home is a bunch of old pre-digital camera snaps of my early adventures.  It's one of those things I will grab if I have to bug out quickly.  All of those events, the ones that were sheer thrills, the ones that physically hurt, and the ones I probably looked like a total amateur.  All were important, for in them I pushed myself a little harder, learned a little more, grew closer to my friends and family.  Those adventures are out there for all of us, if we simply look.  In trying them, we are elevated above the petty fears and insecurities which they abolish and annul, and we grow as human beings.

I look at that album, the scuffs, scrapes, laughs, and near train wrecks and all are memories. Memory feels before knowing remembers. It feels stronger than knowing recognizes. Memory feels with nerves sharpened by pain, and aged like wine, until every nuance of life is clear. Every choice you have made,  every joy that you have, every memory, laid out on a wooden table for your review.

Don't miss out on making some (and take the skills you have to be safe along with you).

Sunday, March 13, 2016

They Make it LookEasy on TV

The kitchen renovation continues - fortunately it was warm enough to open up the windows as even with some prep work -  there was still plaster dust.

I'll be back to more regular posting soon.

Thursday, March 10, 2016

Dad's Favorite Casserole

This hardly falls into the "gourmet" category but is my Dad's favorite casseroles so when I visit him I make one and freeze the leftovers in individual containers (it makes 10-12 servings) with a vegetable or salad.  Smokey, rich, and buttery with a nice crunchy topping it's always a hit.

 It's a rift on one of my Stepmom's church cookbook offerings, however uses potatoes instead of  her version with rice, and Ritz cracker crumbs instead of corn flake crumbs. Oh yeah, and I threw in the jalapeno, red pepper, and smoked paprika to give it a little kick.

It makes a large 13 x 9 pan and at church potlucks is always scraped clean when other dishes remain.

2 pounds of shredded hash browns, thawed.
1 can of cream of chicken soup (I used the Healthy Request version for less sodium)
1 cup low-far sour cream
2 cups sharp cheddar (or cheddar/jack mix)
1/2 cup butter (DIVIDED)
1/4 teaspoon pepper

2 cups chopped pre-cooked ham or bacon
2 small or one large jalapenos, de-seeded and chopped
1 small or half a large  red (or green or yellow) bell pepper chopped
3/4 sleeve Ritz Crackers (crushed into crumbs)
1/2 teaspoon smoked Paprika

Place the potatoes in a very large bowl. In a medium sized bowl mix soup, sour cream, cheddar,  1/2 of the butter (melted) and black pepper Add to the potatoes and combine.  Stir in veggies and place in 13 x 9 pan sprayed with non stick spray. Melt remaining  butter and stir into crushed crackers and stir, adding in paprika (smoked, NOT sweet). Sprinkle over top of casserole.  Bake in preheated 350 F. oven for 40-50 until the crumbs are brown and the center is hot.

Monday, March 7, 2016

Dear Hormel

You have made my Dad happy at breakfast for 60 years, but there's a new hash in town.

Tequila/Pineapple marinated pork tenderloin with potatoes and caramelized onion in red sauce, topped with Mexican cheese, two poached eggs and pineapple mango salsa and cilantro.

It's Monday - you can't eat out of a can on Monday.


Sunday, March 6, 2016

On Governing

"The major problem - one of the major problems, for there are several - one of the many major problems with governing people is that of whom you get to do it; or rather of who manages to get people to let them do it to them.

To summarize:  it is a well-known fact that those people who must want to rule people are, ipso facto, those least suited to do it.  To summarize the summary:  anyone who is capable of getting themselves made President should on no account be allowed to do the job.  To summarize the summary of the summary:  people are a problem."

 - Douglas Adams The Restaurant at the End of the Universe (Chapter 28, Paragraph 1 & 2)

Saturday, March 5, 2016

Little Black Guns

There was a time where there existed little black guns before big black guns were cool. The Colt Pocket Pistol.

The pocket hammerless is another design by firearms legend John Moses Browning.  Manufactured by Colts's Manufacturing Company from 1908 to 1948,  it was originally said to have been presented to Colt Management before the turn of the century but they passed on it, allegedly in efforts to produce a larger caliber pistol that would help them secure a military contract.  Their loss was Grabrique Nationale de Herstal's gain as GN welcomed the design, producing Brownings self loading pocket pistol and the FN Model 100 both chambered for the Browning introduced .25 ACP (Automatic Colt pistol) cartridge.

The European market fell in love with it, a loss which was felt by Colt as their European sales took a hit. Colt wasted no further time in brokering a deal with Browning and FN to produce the handgun for US sales, marketing it as a small concealable firearm which could be easily tucked into a gentleman's vest pocket for discrete carry.
On June 19, 1903 Colt began shipping out their new Model 1903 Pocket Hammerless in .32 ACP releasing the Model 1908 in .380 ACP five years later as well as a smaller version in .25 ACP which is the Range weapon.  Many felt that the model 1908 was the first serious challenge to the reign of the 41 rimfire Remington Double Derringer as the preferred discreet gun for the ordinary and the infamous of  society.  

In military use, more than one was privately purchased during WWI and slipped in to the trench coat of the American Expeditionary Forces as a little extra protection as one slipped  into the enemy's Trench.  By the time WWII rolled around they were standard issue to General Officers of the US Army. General Dwight Eisenhower carried one, as did Patton and General Omar Bradley.

Although wildly popular in the United States, Colt ceased production after WWII, the machinery that made hundreds and hundreds of thousands of these firearms was wearing out, staff  was retiring.  A firearm that required a fair amount of hand fitting, Colt made the decision to let it slip from their catalog, the cost of reinvestment in equipment and personnel making the firearm too expensive for the average consumer.

But if Colt was no longer in love with the little Pocket Pistol, Hollywood still was.

If you've watched the Maltese Falcon you've likely noticed at least one version of the little Colt Pocket Hammerless.  It was a classic of old movies, and many modern ones.

A popular weapon of movie redheads, at least the kind that are "I'm not bad, I'm just drawn that way", Jessica Rabbit in "who Framed Roger Rabbit", had a Hammerless Pocket Pistol (though she filed the front sights off of hers). Another gold plated one showed up in the same film, carried by another character.   George C. Scott carried one in "Patton" and there are dozens of other films, many I've seen, and some I haven't ,where the firearm made its presence known, even today.

It's early on popularity in motion pictures was due to a number of factors.  In using blank rounds, the prop masters liked it because the .32 ACP blanks had a much lower decibel report when fired than the less reliable .45 ACP blanks so the technicians didn't have to fiddle so much  with the settings for sound levels between shot and speaking sequences.  Humphrey Bogart was said to prefer one as he had small hands and it made his hands look bigger, but rumor or truth, the forced perspective of the Colt's size would make the actors who carried them appear more threatening.   Additionally, the recoil of the .32 was mild, and easily managed with one handed shooting, the style of hold that was popular in earlier films.
Some of its history is more than movie myth, as Bonnie Parker taped one to her thigh and smuggled it to Clyde Barrow to help him escape from jail.

John Dillinger was said to have owned several and had one in the pocket of his pants the night he was shot in the alleyway next to the Biograph Theater in Chicago. Actor Johnny Depp carried one in his portrayal of Dilinger in the movie "Public Enemy".

Al Capone was known to have kept one on his night stand.

A lot of long retired cops  will remember carrying one of these for undercover work or as a backup gun. Others will remember confiscating more than one of these from criminals back in the day.
I like the looks of it, history notwithstanding.  Almost Art Deco in appearance, they are light and sleek  and easy to tuck into a pocket.   That made them quite successful for Colt when Americans were embracing larger calibers like .44's or .45's.  Those firearms were fine for the outdoors, but pretty hard to tuck discreetly away in polite society (the term of which is a misnomer, as if society was polite, you'd not need a firearm for self defense).

Accuracy:   The sight picture is small (think almost non existent).  The sights consist of a dimple on the rear of the slide leading to a trench down the length of the aforementioned slide.  A VERY teensy front site sits right at the front in the middle of the trench.  This isn't a pistol for winning pistol matches, but at 21-35 feet the accuracy is pretty good.though for self defense though it's a weak caliber.

Six rounds of .25? Well, that will annoy them., you say?  A few months after the Colt 1903 was out, American Rifleman gun review J.V.K. Wagar wrote that the Colt wasn't powerful enough for "defensive purposes against great bears or armed men of great virility".  Ouch.  Sure,  some would say it's better than a poke with a Phillips screwdriver but a couple well placed rounds of .25 WILL kill you.  I'm not saying it will be my carry piece, as more bad guys are fueled by meth, than by manliness. But .25, like .22 (below),  in the vitals can do some harm.  This was meant for an up in your face, NOW threat, not a distant one.
Recoil:  Surprisingly low for such a small pistol.  You can count on the still smarting fingers of your hand the number of small concealed carry pieces that don't snap at you for even attempting to fondle them.  The Colt 1908 has a bit of spice to it, but still it's manageable and the 1903 can be quite smooth so you can get those six rounds off really, really fast.

Capacity  - Six round box magazine, held in place with a heel based-clip

Length 4.5 inches (barrel is 2 inches)

Weight .81 pound.

Magazine Release - on the heel of the grip which took me a little getting used to.

Safety: Early marketing proclaimed the "advanced" safety features of the Model 1908, including a standard slide-locking safety catch and grip safety.  In 1916 Colt engineer George Tanley invented a third safety feature for the pistol, the magazine safety disconnector, which prevent accidental firing with the magazine removed.
The Home on the Range Colt is one manufactured after this additional safety  was added, based on its serial number and the change in inscription to:

COLT’S PT. F.A. MFG. CO. HARTFORD. CT. U.S.A.PAT’D AUG.25.1896.APR.20.1897.DEC.1903.JAN.25.1910.JULY 31.1917.

Unlike the grip safety of a 1911 pattern pistol, the grip safety on the Vest Pocket takes a deliberate forward flex of the web of the hand; which a few hands will find hard to get used to. The grip safety takes some definite pressure which is a good thing, as with the small size of the piece it's possible to get a finger in the trigger guard when trying to pick it up.

If you have big hands, you're going to have to make a concentrated effort to hold low on the grip or wear gloves, because the slide will come right on over the top of your hand and those little edges will bite.
As I said previously, the mag catch, heel style on the bottom rear of the gun, takes a little finesse (you know, as in starting a round engine takes a "little finesse"). With hands my size, I pretty much have to do the squeeze of death with the "how's my driving" finger around the grip and that's usually enough pressure to disengage the grip safety.

Loads:  Remember most modern ammo runs hotter than loads prepared back in the early 1900's with considerable advances in metallurgy and heat treatment during later years as well. If you are purchasing one of these that's had a regular and steady diet of hot ammo you may want to check the frame or slide for cracks. Corrosive primers back in the day could have also taken a toll and some degree of pitting of the barrel may be expected, which can range from lightly pitted to sewer pipe. Unless you're an expert, I'd recommend a gunsmith take a look at anything you are thinking of purchasing, even through these aren't terribly expensive firearms.

SA:  If you've been trained on double action or certain larger striker fired pistols, the  little Colt single action may take a little getting used to as you wait for the longer, heavier pull that's not going to happen (bang before you expect it, is never fun for either of you).
This is not a fixed barrel as you might expect. The barrel has a series of locking lugs under the chamber section of the barrel that hold it in place.  The slide lock on the Colt locks the breech open for cleaning, but not for field stripping. The later FN pistols have a second detent that allows the manual safety to hold the slide open at the correct location for field stripping.

Cleaning:  To field strip the pistol for cleaning, after removing the magazine and checking to make sure the firearm was completely unloaded, including the chamber, and it is not cocked for the dis-assembly.  Holding the gun in the left hand, push the slide back about 3/5 of an inch and hold it open with the left thumb. You should be able to see the barrel lugs line up with the slots inside the slide at the ejection port).  With the barrel lugs lined up with the slots in the slide, twist the barrel a quarter turn  (clockwise as if you face the front of the gun) and ease the slide and barrel off of the front of the frame.
But you're not going to be running this through any IDPA circuits, and it will be a fair bit of time before you get a lot of rounds through it, so a basic clean (remove the grips, pull the slide back and blast it out with some gun scrubber, let dry and generously re-oil and replace the grips), should work after firing a few rounds.

Finish - The "vest pocket" was primarily produced with the familiar, high polished lustrous colt royal blue finish, which had cover-casehardening of the safety catch, grip safety and trigger.  Another popular option was nickel place and a number of various specialty and customer special order finishes are out there, including gold and silver plating as well as very detailed engraving. There are three major variants of grip for the gun. The earliest grips were hard rubber, checkered, had the word COLT in a banner at the top of the grip, and the rampant colt over an elongated, stylized letter C below that. The second grip was identical except it eliminated the letter C behind the colt. In the 1920’s checkered wood grips were introduced that had the Colt medallion inset near the top. You will also see some collections that include special order grips that were available in pearl and ivory, either carved or plain.
Ergonomics:  You know those old Irish Spring commercials where somebody says "Clean as a Whistle". It's like that.

Customization:  Do NOT Pimp this gun. This is a classic best left alone, in my opinion. Commission yourself the world's tiniest but coolest holster instead.
Would I get get one if given the choice again?  As a carry piece it would not be my choice, but as a little bit of history that's fun to shoot or as a collectible, it's a nice little firearm for the price. The Colt 1903 and 1908 series were what is so hard to find today, a pocket gun that was made with the same quality of machine forged components, hand fitted and beautifully finished as their larger counterparts. I'm not saying that gun makers now no longer have pride in their craft, as they certainly do, but to keep a small gun priced accordingly, sometimes a bit of that attention to detail and quality of components can be sacrificed.

If you see one, have a gunsmith check it out first, for the issues we talked about or other items, that someone more knowledgeable than I would know to look for. But consider it. Just because this firearm is never going to be your Battle Mistress, doesn't mean it can't be a nice piece of history to hold on to.

This may not end up as one of those small concealed pieces you shoot a few rounds through at the end of your range session just so you can stay proficient with the stubby little son of a gun. You may find that you truly enjoy it; for it's challenge, and challenge builds confidence which carries itself to any situation you may find yourself in, even those higher caliber ones.

But seriously,  despite what Bonnie did with her pistol to free Clyde, don't tape it to your thigh.  It's not a look I'd recommend and fast draw hurts like a bitch.
 - Brigid

Friday, March 4, 2016

Grim Driving Conditions

I'm sort of getting used to driving in a big city, realizing that  most days its a jungle out there. Everyone drives over the speed limit, changes lanes without signaling and without adequate room and you get honked at if you don't adhere to the practice of six cars must run the "yellow now red" light when turning left, before opposite traffic can go on the green.

Conservative drivers are few and far between. If you go too slow you're almost more of a menace. However I have managed to avoid any speeding tickets, though the commute home tonight took two hours.

How I  normally drive.

How I drive when I see a police officer.
The other night I'm coming out of work, going through an area that has a decent speed limit and little traffic at 3 pm. so I figured I could make up some time before hitting the gridlock as everyone lines up to get on the freeway a few miles away. I was tucked in behind a spotlessly clean black car with shiny new Illinois plates,  expensive rims and SEVERAL grim reaper type stickers on the back window and what looks like a little skull hanging from the rear-view mirror. Guy in a black hoodie in the drivers seat. In the back seat, something is sticking up.  Long snow removal squeegee - or scythe?.

He's stopped with his right turn signal on.  There's no signage prohibiting turns on red lights so traffic usually moves pretty briskly.

He doesn't turn.  He scoots out about six inches, then sees a  single car coming from the left, about 2 city blocks away. And scoots back.

Seriously - I could have turned a Beluga Whale in the space he had and it's multiple lanes for all.

He inches forward again, there's another car - about a block away, slowing down to check out a big sign for a concert -  all kinds of room.  Again, the Grim Reapermobile inches forward and  then creeps back again behind the stop line.

Wait, now there's traffic the opposite direction now turning in front of us.  OK, that's a wait.  One Two Three cars.  That's it -  the road is completely clear of all traffic from all directions.  Woot!

The Reapermobile does not move, only inches forward as if expecting another car to somehow materialize in front of him, then retreats.

Several grey hairs later, our light turns green and he turns right.

Apparently Death has moved to Chicago.

He's just afraid to change lanes.

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

On Priorities

After Abby Normal the black lab chewed up my Castle CD when she got bored one day when I was late getting home I figured she needed a new toy so off I went to the pet store.  While there, I saw some dog toys on clearance. Most  had squeakers, but those can be pretty annoying.  Not as annoying as the one Barkley had that was a soccer ball that when squeezed played a recording of the Spanish guy who yells 

'"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLL !!"

at the soccer games. Barkley would bring that into the bedroom of the townhouse  I used to stay at during the work week at 2 a.m. and set that thing off a couple of times, which probably made the neighbors who shared the wall in the other half of the unit seriously wonder about my love life.

No soccer balls Saturday, the sale items were various Island of Dr. Moreau toys.  This one had not just one but TEN really loud high pitched squeakers in it. It wasn't just painfully annoying it was painfully annoying times ten.

That's not going to be fun for anyone with two legs. But for Abby the rescue dog, it is worth it.

Because someone seems to love it.