Toy Maker

Here I am again in my own little world. Putzing with little chunks of wood and glue. I've started on my list for next year. I really have a good time in my workshop I'm just sorry they quit playing Christmas music on the radio.
I have been working on coming up with a Volkswagen I've made one Proto type, It's not bad but I can do better. That's for one good little girl on my list, and another good little girl put in her request for a corvet. that might be fun to.

The V.W. Proto type is the one above. The one below is a pickup getting some sanding done.

I like looking at pictures on other blogs so I'm assuming other people might like seeing some pictures on mine. I have a lot of photo ops in my shop. because I do a lot of things out there. I have an easy chair in front of my wood stove and sometimes me and the dog tell each other fish stories till we both fall to sleep , that would be a good picture. I think maybe tomorrow I'll take an alarm clock out there so I can set it, walk up and take a picture then go back to sleep. Anyway (Flynn) likes to stand guard when I'm working I guess to make sure some stray dog does`nt come along and pee on a tire of the rusty roller.

No dog would stand a chance peeing on that truck with Flynn on duty.

gotta go , see you next time.

DEVIL DOG

Remember "Devil Dog" He lives in my dog's body. And when you least suspect it, He comes out .
Devil Dog wasn't there when I took Flynn for a ride in the Truck . Flynn was sitting like a gentleman when I went into the store. He rode like an ace when we went driving, He didn't bark when I got out to take pictures of ducks in the park. Then all of a sudden He wouldn't sit still. He was pacing over the seat. I should have seen the signs. Devil Dog was getting stronger, Flynn was losing the inner Battle. He was barking at people on the street. Thank God I had only one more stop before I could head home.

When I came out of the convenient store with my coffee Flynn was gone, Devil Dog had taken full control. And He had violated my hula dancer. He pooped on the floor and ripped up the paper I had on the dash. Now I had to drive home smelling dog poop with my news paper blowing out the window' and my poor hula dancer had her butt sticking out for the whole world to see.
Needless to say I wasn't to pleased. But when we got home He was all sweet again. But was it
Flynn or was it Devil Dog? I chained him up outside just the same. He gave me that look like "What did I do." I don't know what to think. He needs either a psychiatrist or an exorcist.