CODE RED!

If wiffle balls were land minds, Bravo would have been right.

And if my dogs were military service dogs, instead of pillow hogs, you would want BB at your side. She is always calm, cool and collected. No reason to panic, unless the mess hall is short on food.

Bravo the boy dog, well, he is a different story. I would call him a bull in a China closet but I do not want to offend the bulls.

In any event, I arrived home from a productive day of work on the Iron Range and unearthed lethal wiffle balls throughout the beach.

Thank God I had Bravo! My limbs are intact.

Silly evening, silly image.