Personal Protection, Self Defense Products, Stun Guns, Pepper Sprays

I heard an interview with Robert Duvall who said that his favorite role was as
Gus McCrae in Lonesome Dove. Tommy Lee Jones played Woodrow Call, his
partner. Just before taking Ricky Schroeder on his first south-of-the-border escapade
to steal horses from another horse thief, Jones gives Schroeder a six-shooter and says,
“Better to have it and not need it, than to need it and not have it.”

Fast forward 120 years and come into the real world, too, and you just won’t find
a better reason to carry some pepper spray every time you leave the house. It’s the
logical thing to do, but it isn’t any fun to think about it. So DON’T THINK ABOUT IT, just
do it. Pretend you’re a liberal, and close your mind to all other possibilities.

In this one particular case, acting like a liberal may be the very best course of action.
Liberals have learned how to make themselves impervious to anything that threatens to
keep them from achieving their goal. Here’s an example.

For whatever reason, liberals seem to be immune to conservative arguments about
the fallacy, the sheer illogic that is the essence of liberalism. Sometimes it seems to me
that the problem is that liberals simply will not listen to anything a conservative says, and
so how can one reply sensibly to something they haven’t heard in the first place?

So conservatives take to the blogs to try to make their point. Some writers are good at
it, some so-so, and then some just knock you over with the power of their simplicity. If
only I could have written something that good, I say to myself whenever I find a good
example.

Here’s something that, if a liberal would take 30 seconds to read it, might do them a world
of good, might go a long way to opening their mind:

“The redwood deck is beloved, not the falling coast redwood tree; kitchen granite counters are de rigueur, not the blasting at the top of the granite mountain; the Prius is a badge of honor, not the chemical plant that makes its batteries; we now like stainless steel frigs, but hate steel’s coke, and iron ore, and electricity lines; arugula is tasty, not the canal that brings water 400 miles to irrigate it; I support teacher unions and ***-studies courses in the public schools, but not with my Ivy-League bound children.”

What’s great about this paragraph is that it should make a lib stop and think, if only for a
second or 2, just where all their “sacred,” “green” products come from. Where DOES arugula come from? How DOES a battery power a Prius? Here’s the link for the rest of that post, from Victor Davis Hanson, which will open in a new window.

Of course the truth is that there are many, many libs who just don’t care anymore about
the whys and the wherefores. All those libs want is to stop the United States dead in its
tracks. They are so intent on accomplishing this that they have never even stopped to
consider what the impact of their own success would have on their own lives. They have
come to believe that somehow they have a protective cocoon around themselves that will
isolate them, prevent them, from experiencing the anguish and hardship that the country
will go through if the economy gets destroyed.

They never, ever see themselves as the accomplices in a crime who later, once their own
contributions are no longer needed, get eliminated by the higher-ups. No, not them. They see
themselves as being rewarded for their efforts. For all the lies and hatred and venom they
spewed on behalf of the cause, they just KNOW that they will receive their just rewards. And they
will, too.

It doesn’t ever dawn on them that for the culture of death they’ve worked all their lives
for, the ultimate reward that will be bestowed on them is death itself. It’s a perfectly logical
ending for them, it’s just that they can’t see that it’s coming. They’ve never stopped to
think about what they’re doing, what their goal is, and they will truly be surprised by it
when it happens, but it will be too late.

For proof of this, one need only check the history books and research what happened to
all the journalists, all the supporters, of every left-wing revolution that has occurred since
1900. Not that that proof will penetrate a liberal’s closed mind, but it IS our Christian
duty to at least try to save them.

I know that the odds are that not one single liberal will learn anything from what’s
posted here, but you can. You can be ready to defend yourself when the situation calls
for it.

And remember this above all else. The police only show up AFTER you’ve been
assaulted. Up to that point, you’re on your own.     

The Self Defense Guy

What would be, who would be, a bigger abuser?
An individual nanny, or an omniscient nanny state?

It’s a trick question, because you won’t be
able to do much about the nanny state that the dems
want to establish as our overseer. But your own nanny?
Her you can keep tabs on with one of my
RENTABLE
hidden cameras that do their own recording.

They set up fast, just plug and play, and if you need
any technical help, I’ve got a staff of 3 tech geeks
standing by Monday-Friday, 9 to 5 eastern time.

Now, back to that nanny state on the horizon.

What’s been slightly overlooked in the political
debate over how long we should let democrats live
if they pass Abomicare is 1 sobering fact: it takes
a 2/3 majority of BOTH HOUSES of Congress to override
a presidential veto.

That’s what the democrat leadership is counting on,
that’s why they’re willing to sacrifice their political
careers, temporarily, and cram Abomicare down our
throats.

As it stands now, if Abomicare passes, then we may see
a huge landslide victory for the Republicans come
November. Even so, that won’t be enough to reverse
course. The Republicans are so far behind the dems
right now, as far as how many seats they control, that
even a landslide victory in November is unlikely to
leave them with a 2/3 majority control of BOTH HOUSES
of Congress.

So when the Republicans pass a bill to repeal Abomicare,
IF THEY PASS THAT BILL–remember, with RINO’s like
McCain and Snowe and Collins and Graham, there’s no
guarantee that they will–Jimmy Carter the 2nd WILL
veto it, and you CAN guarantee that. And then
the bill will die, without the Republicans being able to
get the 2/3 they need from each house.

That means we’re up to the 2012 elections, and because
the Abomicare provisions were never scheduled to begin
until another 2 years after that, the economy will have
improved, there’ll be NO STORIES about how bad health
care has become, the dems will holler that the
Republicans were all wrong about Abomicare, and the old,
thrown-out trash that is the old dems will find a way
to steal themselves into office once again.

And America will be no more, replaced by an Amerika that is
“of the dems, by the dems and for the dems.”

So they’re willing to lose a finger to save the rest
of their bodies.

One thing you can say about the dems, though, is that
they’re willing to work toward a goal. Their goal is to
make you a slave, and they’re willing to lose sleep over
it, they’re willing to even lose an election or 2 over it,
so long as they eventually reach their goal.

Same goes for someone who’s intent on harming you
personally. He’ll lose sleep while he cases your home
or business, learning your habits, waiting until the
best time to strike at you. That’s his goal, and you’d
better be sure that his goal to hurt you isn’t
stronger than your goal to defend yourself and anyone
else who depends on you.    

The Self Defense Guy

You could say that StunMaster stun guns run on direct
current, directly from the battery. It’s not quite the same
thing as d.c. electricity, but it’s close enough, and it lets
me use that somewhat musical subject line.

When it’s only mooks and gangbangers who are scheming against
us, we can fall back on weapons like StunMaster Stun Guns. But when
it’s a large minority who’s trying to take over the whole country, it’s
going to take something a lot more serious.

That’s what I really wanted to write about, that
most countries don’t explode, they IMPLODE.

My online dickshionary defines implode, in the sense that I’m
using it here, as “economic or political collapse.” The example
they give for using it in a sentence is, “Can any amount of aid
save the republics from imploding?”

Don’t think their example would pass muster in my 6th grade
English class, taught by Sister St. John Mary–using “imploding”
rather than “implode”–but maybe that’s progress, who knows.

The point I’m getting to is one of those universal laws
of history, that most countries are brought down by their own
people, rather than by outsiders.

Even those countries which history says were conquered, you
can usually trace the beginnings of their conquest back to
treacherous, destructive actions taken by their own citizens. For
example, Germany and Japan were conquered from the outside,
a result of World War 2, but the German Republic had been taken
over and set on its path to destruction by Hitler and his Nazis.

The Allies forced Japan to surrender, true, but were it not for
the greed for money and power that drove it’s military machine,
there may never have been a Pacific theater in WW2.

After that war, China was lost to the commies, NOT the ones from
the Soviet Union, but from inside China herself, from China’s own
citizens.

Before WW2, Russia had been lost to the commies, NOT from an
attack from outside, but from inside Russia herself, from Russia’s
own citizens.

Same goes for Cuba, South Africa, North Korea, Vietnam, Iraq,
Iran and pretty much any other country you want to name. Any country
that finds itself suffering under tyranny, by whatever name it calls
itself, can look to its own people as the source of that tyranny.

Rome started as a republic and ended up a dictatorship before it
was no more.

Hard-working people who wouldn’t pay attention to what was
happening to their own country, when it would have been easier
for them to stop it, then find themselves the victims of the sinister
desires of people they used to think of as friends and comrades.

Their myopia results in slavery, death and destruction for the vast
majority of people.

But the minority, the ones who led the revolution with their own
greedy and selfish interests in mind? They eat caviar while their
own citizens eat dirt.

This is, sadly, the way of the world. It’s always been this way, and
it most likely always will be this way. We know that it doesn’t HAVE
to be so, because 247 years ago, a group of courageous men who
only wanted everyone to have a chance for success, based on his
own efforts, began the effort to transform the land where they lived.

With the Proclamation of 1763, the British crown sought to limit the
freedom of the colonists to expand westward. That was the spark
that made the revolution, that made the colonists begin their move
toward freedom, toward having their own country.

Those first Americans knew that if they didn’t do something about it,
then they would be the servants of other citizens currently living
among them, other citizens who appeared to be friendly, who appeared
to have society’s best interest at heart, but who secretly schemed
and plotted for ways to enrich themselves with ill-gotten gains.

It’s always been that way, and it always will be that way. The world
is not fair, the world is after what you have, and if you refuse to
recognize that and defend what you have, your troubles will soon
be over. Soon you’ll have nothing left to defend.

That’s what a pessimist would say.

Fortunately, not only can we
choose to be optimists, we can look to our own past to find positive
proof that what is right can win the day. Just remember that the
longer this struggle gets put off, the harder it’s going to be.

There’s an election coming up in November, a way for us to use a
completely non-violent method to right this ship. If we do it then, we can
avoid a repeat of what our founders had to endure. They did not have
a non-violent option open to them. We do.

The next best thing to non-violent is non-lethal. That’s what you can
use when you run into ordinary street crime. A stun gun or pepper spray
should always be the weapon of choice, when you have the choice to
NOT kill someone. If ever you’re confronted with that choice, you’ll be
glad when you have a non-lethal option.

Til next time, keep your eyes and ears open, be aware and
be safe,

The Self Defense Guy

“To Protect and To Serve.” I believe that’s the motto of most police forces in the country. I can tell by all the patrol cars that they’ve got the “serve” part down ok, but what about that little “protect” part?

In Orlando, Fl, a 2 time killer was let off with not much more than a scolding, and it was so effective that the killer waited a few months before killing again.

To be fair, I know that this is NOT the police’s fault, but rather, like the libs always say, it’s society’s fault, and in this case, the libs are absolutely right. It IS society’s fault that this murderer killed again.

Here in the U.S., society has accepted the lib idea, the PETA idea, that animals have the same rights as people. So by extension, since we don’t execute murderers anymore, murderers who are human, then we can’t put down a killer whale after he’s murdered once, or even twice.

No, we can’t put him down, we must give him the chance to learn from his past infractions, we must give him a chance to find another way to kill again.

This is what society has evolved into, and a trainer at the Orlando, FL, Sea World, is dead because of it. THIS murder you CAN lay at society’s feet.

And you’d better wise up and learn from this, that society is doing everything it can to make it safer for murderers than it is for you, safer for street gangs than it is for an honest, law-abiding citizen like yourself.

What would you do if you found yourself accosted by someone intent on taking what you have, whether that be your wallet, your watch or your life?

If you had the power of my knuckle blaster stun gun, you could stop the attack NO MATTER who it was from–even if it came from a killer whale.

My stun guns work even when you’re standing in water, even if it’s pouring down rain. They’ll stop the attacker, but not back up on you. And the best thing is, when you order 1 at my regular, everyday low price, you get a chance to get a 2nd ONE for only $5.00 more. NO ONE on the net offers you a deal as good as that, NO ONE but The Self Defense Guy, that is.

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Saturday morning with my coffee and compooooter
used to be a good time, until our local Wild Oats
Grocery was bought out by a national chain. One
of their “improvements” was to discontinue Green
Mountain Brand Columbian Whole Coffee Beans, and
me and the missus ain’t had a decent cup a joe
since. It’s gettin so I don’t even want to get out
of bed in the am.

But this morning’s Arizona Republic, Phoenix’s
morning rag, had a story that brought back a good
memory for me, about Nathan, a 14 year old boy who
brought a pocketknife to school, amembered he
had it in his backpack, then turned it in to his
teacher. Poor kid got 5 days suspension for that.

Turns out the lowly pocketknife is now considered
a weapon, rather than an indispensable
accoutrement of manhood. I amember the first time I ever
saw one. Must have been about 8 or so. Had my
own when I was about Nathan’s age.

It was my granddad’s, and we were out in the
woods next to our home, scoping out for wild fruit
trees. We grew up in eastern Ohio, in one of the
first houses in a growing residential area. It
was a kid’s paradise, trees everywhere, and one or
two vacant areas we could play football or
baseball.

My Nonno and me, nonno is Italian for granddad,
came upon an apple tree that he knew was there.
We were just there to see if it was time to come
pick them or not. They were almost ripe, but not
quite.

That area had about a dozen or so wild apple
trees and wild pear trees, planted long ago courtesy
of the birds. Peaches also grew well there, but
there were no wild peach trees nor any birds big
enough to shoot out a peach pit, thank God.

Nonno picked an apple that looked good, took out
his pocketknife, opened it up, quartered the
apple, and gave me a piece. I watched him work with
that knife very matter of factly, nothing special
about it, just a man and his knife.

Next Saturday we’ll come and get some, he said,
in his broken English. Course he meant with most of
my 5 brothers and 4 sisters, too. We’d all bring back
plenty of apples.

We finished the apple, he wiped his knife, closed
it, and we headed for a pear tree. No need to
check any other apple trees, they would be more or
less like this one.

This all happened more than 40 years ago, and my
Nonno’s been gone for about 35 years or so. I
amember him and his pocketknife and the home he
helped build, and I see them now with an older man’s
eyes.

My Nonno never learned to read or write, but he
acquired for himself and his family a home with a
huge garden that provided high quality
vegetables, peach trees in the back yard, and a free supply
of apples, pears, and blackberries. Not bad for
growing up poor in Italy and immigrating,
legally, to the US in his early 20’s.

He was a regular attendee at Sunday Mass and all
the Holy Days of Obligation, and he didn’t carry
no weapon, he carried a pocketknife, a tool. I’m
sure he would be saddened to learn of Nathan and
the consequences of his pocketknife.

One thing my Nonno was was interested in new things.
How do I know this? He used to ask my mother to make
him pancakes every once in awhile. The tv ads for Aunt
Jemima Pancakes really got to him, and his wife, my
Nonna, wouldn’t make them for him. She claimed she
couldn’t make this American kind of food.

But my Nonno wanted some, and my Mom would make
them for him.

I’m certain that if he were with us today, he’d be totin not
just his pocket knife, but a stun gun
and probably some pepper spray.

I still carry a pocketknife, and I do it mainly
cause my Nonno did. It’s a tool, it ain’t no
weapon. For weapons, I carry a stun gun and some
pepper spray. You should too.

If you ever want or need to have your crimes
forgiven and considered no big deal, all you gotta do
is die for your country. In that case, no
matter what you did in the past, you’re considered a
great American. Your crimes are treated as mere
character anomalies and talked about in a
humorous, even admiring tone.

Just take Jim for example. Jim was the biggest,
most notorious, fraudulent landowner of his time.
While he wasn’t the only one doing it, no one
did it on a grander scale. Jim “owned” 45,000
acres.

He “sold” some, collected rents on others, and he
used some as collateral for all kinds of
nefarious activities. But Jim was no dummy. He was
smart enough to destroy the evidence any time the
police got too close. After all, it’d be no trouble
to just get some new deeds printed up.

One writer described Jim’s activities as land
fraud “on an almost industrial scale.”

Jim defrauded and ruined many unsuspecting men,
but today he’s in the pantheon of Great American
Heroes. That’s what happens to you if your life
ends in a battle for your country. That’s what
happened when Jim Bowie died at the Alamo.

Jim’s also known as the designer of the Bowie
knife. What made his knife special was that it was
the first knife to be an effective tool for both
hunting/camping and for use as a weapon.

Before Jim’s design, a man needed 2 knives. Now
he could get buy with only 1. Jim’s design was
so good that it’s still in use today.

Using a knife for a weapon has its drawbacks,
however. Besides the knife, you’ve also got to have
some skill, and you also need a lot of nerve.
That’s why in today’s world, a knife is better
than having nothing, but it’s not the best self
defense tool for you to carry.

You’re much better off if you carry a stun gun and some pepper spray.

The pepper spray can stop your attacker while
he’s still some distance away from you and before he
can get his hands on you. One shot of the
pepper spray anywhere on his face, and he’s toast.
He’ll either go into a coughing fit for half an
hour, or he’ll be blinded for half an hour. And you
don’t really care which, right?

And don’t believe any movie that suggests that
you can develop an immunity to pepper spray.
That’s simply not true at all, not true in the
smallest degree. Pepper spray is 100% effective, 100%
of the time.

A stun gun is great to have because as long as
the batteries have some juice, you can defend
yourself from more than one attacker at the same time.
You can stun the first guy and use him as a
shield while you’re holding the gun to his body and
lighting him up, keeping the other attackers away
from you for 2 or 3 seconds until he falls to
the ground. When he’s on the ground, he’ll be
totally incapacitated for 15 to 20 minutes, maybe
longer.

When you’re ready for the next guy, odds are they
won’t want any part of you after seeing what you
did to their friend. Amember, most of the time,
your attackers are depending on bluff and
bravado, and as soon as they see you’re ready to kick
their heinies, they’ll turn and run and you won’t
be able to catch them. What you do in that case
is simply and calmly walk away.

If Jim were around today he might think that
pepper spray and stun guns take all the fun out of
self defense. Just you amember that self
defense–well, there just ain’t nothing fun about it.
It’s a serious matter and a high stress situation.
And the only way to come out on top is to be
ready aforehand. Get what you need, and get it NOW.

If you like movies like I do, you’ve probably
heard a bunch of euphemisms for whiskey, or rather
for the justification for having a pull on the
bottle. It seems that most writers like to use “for
snakebite” or “for rheumatism” more than any others.

It was a real man who used the more proper
“phlegm cutter and anti-fogmatic.” It was Davy
Crockett.

Crockett was a guy I would have like to have a
pull on the bottle with. A man’s man who had a
great sense of humor and knew how to get the most
out of our language. Scout, indian fighter,
Congressman, he was also very popular on the lecture
circuit.

People would be crowded around him as he spoke,
hanging on every word, with tons of questions for
him when he was finished. Once someone yelled
out from the back, Hey Davy, you ever been lost?

The crowd hushed, waiting to hear the answer. No
way, no how, could Davy Crockett ever get lost,
could he? He spent most of his life in the
outdoors and knew all the trails throughout most of
Tennessee, Kentucky and Ohio. Everyone wanted to
hear the answer to this question, and Crockett
didn’t disappoint.

No sir, he said, I ain’t never been lost, never.
And the crowd stirred, glad to hear their hero
still stood tall.

Course, he continued, once I was bewildered for 3
days.

Crockett always seemed to know what to say next,
what to do next. Pass the phlegm cutter and
anti-fogmatic, will ya?

All of us know he died at the Alamo, but most of
us don’t know how. Seems the history books think
we don’t need to know that. Seems they think
we’d think less of this American hero if we knew
how he died. Sometimes I just want to smack the
guys who try to decide what we need to know and
what we don’t.

Crockett fought at the Alamo and faced all the
dangers that everyone there faced. He could have
found a way to leave before the fighting started,
but he didn’t. He stood his ground and returned
fire, and saw his comrades fall around him.

Soon enough it was clear that this battle was
going to end badly, and when that became clear, when
defeat was assured, smart man that he was, he
thought of survival. He hid under the bodies of
the fallen enemy, hoping to have a chance to excape
later on.

He was found, and the next day he was executed by
firing squad. That was in March, 1836.

When he was faced with the prospect of death or
survival, Crockett chose to try to survive. He
didn’t give in, he did whatever he could to live to
fight another day.

Too bad so many Americans don’t think that way
anymore. Nowadays we just let ourselves be
victims. Nowadays we don’t even fight back. Nowadays
all we do is act tough and hope that’s enough,
instead of preparing aforehand, just in case it
ain’t.

For all of us a day of reckoning is coming.
Might be from old age, might be a car accident, or it
might be just because we don’t love life enough
to defend ourselves. What a shame. Might be
time to take out home of the brave from the national
anthem.

If you disagree, if you want to do everything you can
to be like Ol’ Davy was, get yourself a
Taser and be ready to use it. You’ll live to see another day,
and you’ll do it without having to kill anybody.

You’d think that the world’s oldest joke would be
somehow related to the world’s oldest
profession, and you’re right. We’re talking farmers here.

Who’s to say, really, if this is the world’s
oldest joke. It’s pretty darn old, that’s for sure,
but there’s no official record book to check, far
as I know.

One thing’s for sure. This joke is so old that
you may not get it, so at the end I’ll splain it
to you.

Farmer Bob walks across the field to his
neighbor, Farmer Bobtoo, where Farmer Bobtoo is chopping
down a tree with his ax. Farmer Bob says How’s
that old ax of yours holdin out? And Farmer
Bobtoo says This old thing? This is the best ax I’ve
ever had. It’s had 2 new heads and 6 new
handles, and it’s as good as the day I got it.

When it comes to old stuff, the new way is often
better–not always, but often. Used to be if you
wanted to defend yourself you pretty much had to
kill the other guy. Most of the time that was a
good thing, too. People used to need killin all
the time.

Nowadays you can just ruin a punks day with a
one-two combination of
pepper spray and a stun
baton. Maybe throw
in a free earring rip-off while he’s on the
ground and disoriented.

Won’t stop the bad guys from looking for another
victim later on, but leastways it’ll keep em away
from your neighborhood for awhile. Keep em away
from your loved ones.

Now, about that joke. An ax only has 2 parts,
the head and the handle. So an ax that’s had 2 new
heads and 6 new handles ain’t even close to
being the same ax it was when it was new.

Farmers are hard workin folks and they know how
to find humor anyplace they can. That joke had em
rolling in the corn fields, year after year
after year, I reckon. Maybe even the same way the
punks’ll be rolling on the ground after you
introduce them to some pepper spray, stun baton and an
earring removal.

We live in a litigious world. That’s another way of saying that everyone is trying to sue the pants off everyone else. Especially when a new product comes out. The lawyers start salivating like the dogs that they are, and law suits are spewing forth like a dog…, well, I guess I can stop the imagery right there.

Taser has been to court eighty times, defending itself against wrongful death claims, or whatever the lawyers can think of to bring suit against them. 80 times! That’s a heck of a lot of law suits. 80 teams of lawyers confusing the issue, distorting the facts…you know, just being lawyers.

And you know what? Taser has WON 80 times out of 80! It’s so hard to believe that I can’t believe I’m typing it. 80 times out of 80, TASER has won it’s lawsuit against a wrongful death claim. This must be the single greatest accomplishment in the history of our American jurisprudence!

80 for 80! We’re talking 80 different TEAMS of lawyers, all confusing and distorting the facts, trying to win for their clients, and yet 80 times out of 80, Taser has won it’s case! I’m visualizing John Houseman from “Paper Chase” saying “That’s impossible.”

And yet it happened.

Taser has been sued 80 separate times for wrongful death, and 80 separate times a jury of average American citizens found in favor of Taser. TASER HAS PROVEN ITSELF TO BE THE SAFEST SELF DEFENSE WEAPON EVER INVENTED–IF YOU CAN BELIEVE 80 SEPARATE AMERICAN JURIES–AND IF YOU CAN’T BELIEVE THEM, WHO CAN YOU BELIEVE?

Oh, I almost forgot. The Tasers we offer at DaneseSelfDefense? Even though they’ll put an attacker on his knees in a second or two? They’re NOT as powerful as the ones the cops use, as the ones that 80 separate juries have found to be safe and effective against the bad guys.

If you’re worried about break ins in your neighborhood, if you want to be able to defend yourself, if you want to defend yourself WITHOUT killing anybody, you need to get a TASER.

Word is that famed Hollywood B movie director Ed
Wood will reprise his sci fi classic, Plan 9 from
Outer Space, hoping to capitalize on New York
Governor Eliot Spitzer’s alias at the Emperors Club
brothel.

“We had him down as Client 9,” one of the call
girl’s told this reporter. “In fact, we had him
down many, many times.”

When asked if the number 9 had any significance
for the disgraced democrat, another of the girls
said, “Guys are always talking about ugly girls
being a 6 pack–how many beers you need to drink to
want her? Eliot’s a 9–a big, big 9.”

Another of the girls corrected her. “You mean a teensy weensy little 9.”

No word yet on whether Wood’s new movie will keep
to the sci fi genre, or possibly be a reality
show taped at Spitzer’s new digs with the family
mutt.