my dogs would bark a greeting to an intruder before beginning the lick-fest. A shotgun is like any other gun. You point the pointy end toward the bad guy. The nice thing about shotguns is that aim doesn't matter much. If a shot in the general vicinity doesn't work, the sound of re-cocking will. It's a very scary sound if you are on the wrong side of the muzzle.
bottlestopper I was not talking about hobbies. I was talking about bullying your own brain. If I would rather sit here and think about shotguns and what they can do, I don't do that. I look at pictures of kittens, I walk along the creek, I visit the animal shelter, I go to the florist shop and smell all the flowers. I go to the last places my scared, dark brain wants to go. Instead of letting that MF drag me around to where it wants, I force it to go where I would rather be. It really is a bully, and I really need to bully it back, with kittens and flowers and humor and pretty things and trees and rivers and fresh air and critters and "all the things." It's not so much about hobbies but they help too.
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