I dread the first up of the tour Steve..
It's either champagne and speeches, or my lady removing ammunition from the household in a rapid manner with the dog learning in a very personal way that there is indeed no escape from a fenced yard..
Somethin about flying the first 5 or 6 sorties and dying every time that gives the dog a limp..
I haven't figured out why yet..
I'd ask him, but haven't seen him in a couple of days..
..so far I haven't had to go lookin..
But there's always tomorrow.
But I'm ever hopefull, and I imagine he is too.