Man Time
I ventured down into the basement this evening with the laptop and a Lyman reloading manual for a little quiet time.
I gave the do a fresh rawhide bone and he followed me down.
After futzing around on the internet and browing through the .30 caliber rifle section I left my place to do nature’s business. As I’m nearing the end I hear a horrible racket outside the door. Open the door, yell at dog, then finish.
Sure enough, he grabbed my reloading manual off the table and went to town on it. It’s now missin load data for various grain bullets from .30 carbine to somewhere north of 30-06.
I swear my dog hates guns.