It was raining this morning and someone was walking in the swine barn that is mostly roof at the fairgrounds where Sydney likes to go to stretch out his 12 year old muscles in the morning after we have dropped off kids at school. So we drove on down to the 4-H pony barn that is at the east end of the fairgrounds and just southeast of the corral.

It has four open doorways – two on each end –  that are blocked by your basic pipe gate that reaches all the way – almost – to the ground. But there was enough room for Sydney to get down and slide under. I’m thinking: horses were there this weekend, lots or horses, and that dog is going to smell like manure. Resigned, I waited and waited and then honked and no Sydney. Now it is raining harder and I’m staring at the spot where Sydney entered. No dog. Then in the distance I see him scooting out one of the far doorways and running around the barn in the pouring rain to get in the car.

Sydney, I love you. I guess I love the smell of wet dog and manure in the morning . . . when it’s you. Now, let me bop you on your cute head for going in there.

(Oh, if you haven’t seen the past couple of weeks and don’t want to know, stop reading. And something else: In typing this post, I accidentally typed “the first think in my head” and then corrected it. But, actually, the first think in my head seems more accurate; I may have made a scientific grammar discovery.)

Now, to the bad side of AmeliaJake

Jesse, Jesse, Jesse. Walt gave you a gun last week and sent you to collect money owed you by a strung out couple living in a totally trashed house . . . with their very little boy. They weren’t home, so you fed the little boy breakfast and felt for him. They came home with an ATM machine in tow, literally. They had literally ripped-off other ATMs but hadn’t been able to get them open. You yelled at them for not taking care of their kid, as well as not having the money.

Then they got the gun, but didn’t get the machine open. And then the mother got mad at the father and pushed the ATM over on his head, crushing it and, by the way, causing the ATM to open.

You got the gun back, grabbed some cash, took the kid outside to wait for the police and social services. Well, of course, you didn’t wait.

Now, you’ve got this big reputation as the Drug Guy who handled a non-payment dispute with an ATM to the head. And Walt, he sees the opportunity to take over more territory and says, “corner the market and raise the price.”

And the first thing in my mind is, “Walt! That’s not an ethical business practice!” I watched through the ATM affair and the drug dealer’s head on a tortoise in the desert . . .  and the explosion . . .  and what shocks me most is your raising the price??? You’re back at the head on the tortoise, aren’t you? Walt didn’t do that, but Walt is getting badder.

I don’t know what I’m becoming. If this is a dark, dark comedy – and I  don’t like those – why am I watching? To see just how outrageous it can get? Because it is only a made-up story? The previews show maybe Walt being interrogated by police and the first “think” in my head was, “Oh, no, he’s going to get caught.” Jesse, you and I have got to RUN.