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Well, I done went and did it and man am I happy.  Chiseled Face Loyal reminds me of a dog that moved in with me.  My Golden was named Buddy.  He was a beautiful; no gorgeous retriever.  He was what other Golden Retrievers wished they were.  That’s not the dog  I’m thinking about.  Beautiful Buddy and I would hit the road every morning, rain or shine, at Oh-dark-thirty, and put in 4 to 5 miles.  There was a great hike over around the neighbors alfalfa field that we both liked.  One morning an obviously homeless, hobo dog of Labrador persuasion decided to tag along.  He was a ragged but good boy so we let him come.  Man that yellow dude taught my well-mannered pooch some things.  He taught my Buddy how to dive nose first into meadow vole holes and dig like mad.  It was funny to watch but soon enough it was time to hike home.  Big yellow tagged along.  I told my kids not to feed the curr and thought no more of it.  Next morning at walk time we emerged from the house to find Mr. Mange on the front lawn wagging his tail and woofing as though to say “what took you guys so long”?  We hiked, the goofed, we went home.  Next morning, no yellow dog……but that was the last morning the beast wasn’t there.  It was like he had to hike down to the bridge he was living under, gather his stuff in a shopping cart, and move it back to my place.  Before two days were over my kids had named him Hal and were feeding him.  And Hal became a fixture, and then a legend at our home.  He had a sunburnt nose, a crooked tail, worn teeth, and a paunch that belied his homeless status.  That dude could forage like nobodies business!  He’d met a skunk in the not too distant past and reeked.  Took two baths and a whole bottle of Fabreeze to get him out of the “retch” category.  This dog blew hair like a farm cat in a fan belt!  He broke wind all the time and it smelled like he was feasting on a winter killed Bison.  But boy was he loyal.  I’ve had a lot of dogs in my life.  Really great dogs.  But I’ve never seen a dog do,his,work like Hal.  That dude took care of my kids like nobodies business.  He whipped a pit bull that wanted to chase one of my kids down.  Years later I was up on the Great Divide Bowhunting elk when my wife called and said they had to put old Hal down. I sat on a blown down Douglas fir and sobbed.  He wasn’t young when he moved in with us, and his joints just got worse and worse until he just couldn’t climb the stairs without crying.  Ol Hal!  He looked like Gary Busey after a three day bender but man was he loyal.  Sort of like this Loyal soap.  It’s a glorious stinker that lasts on my skin like an aftershave.  Leather, coffee, dirt, and oh so good.  It’s dirty, gritty, and so smooth.  

Well, I done went and did it and man am I happy.  Chiseled Face Loyal reminds me of a dog that moved in with me.  My Golden was named Buddy.  He was a beautiful; no gorgeous retriever.  He was what other Golden Retrievers wished they were.  That’s not the dog  I’m thinking about.  Beautiful Buddy and I would hit the road every morning, rain or shine, at Oh-dark-thirty, and put in 4 to 5 miles.  There was a great hike over around the neighbors alfalfa field that we both liked.  One morning an obviously homeless, hobo dog of Labrador persuasion decided to tag along.  He was a ragged but good boy so we let him come.  Man that yellow dude taught my well-mannered pooch some things.  He taught my Buddy how to dive nose first into meadow vole holes and dig like mad.  It was funny to watch but soon enough it was time to hike home.  Big yellow tagged along.  I told my kids not to feed the curr and thought no more of it.  Next morning at walk time we emerged from the house to find Mr. Mange on the front lawn wagging his tail and woofing as though to say “what took you guys so long”?  We hiked, the goofed, we went home.  Next morning, no yellow dog……but that was the last morning the beast wasn’t there.  It was like he had to hike down to the bridge he was living under, gather his stuff in a shopping cart, and move it back to my place.  Before two days were over my kids had named him Hal and were feeding him.  And Hal became a fixture, and then a legend at our home.  He had a sunburnt nose, a crooked tail, worn teeth, and a paunch that belied his homeless status.  That dude could forage like nobodies business!  He’d met a skunk in the not too distant past and reeked.  Took two baths and a whole bottle of Fabreeze to get him out of the “retch” category.  This dog blew hair like a farm cat in a fan belt!  He broke wind all the time and it smelled like he was feasting on a winter killed Bison.  But boy was he loyal.  I’ve had a lot of dogs in my life.  Really great dogs.  But I’ve never seen a dog do,his,work like Hal.  That dude took care of my kids like nobodies business.  He whipped a pit bull that wanted to chase one of my kids down.  Years later I was up on the Great Divide Bowhunting elk when my wife called and said they had to put old Hal down. I sat on a blown down Douglas fir and sobbed.  He wasn’t young when he moved in with us, and his joints just got worse and worse until he just couldn’t climb the stairs without crying.  Ol Hal!  He looked like Gary Busey after a three day bender but man was he loyal.  Sort of like this Loyal soap.  It’s a glorious stinker that lasts on my skin like an aftershave.  Leather, coffee, dirt, and oh so good.  It’s dirty, gritty, and so smooth.  

That was an incredible story and gutting, as every story of a dog's love culminates. Brought to mind both great and painful memories. Thank you

https://youtu.be/5zHVFXorF38

https://youtu.be/5zHVFXorF38

Saturday December 10, 2022
Razor: Shake Sharp
Blade: Wizamet
Brush: SV 2.0 Cocobolo
Soap: B&M Nordost
AS 1: Witch Hazel
AS 2: Terre D'Hermès Aftershave
Fragrance: Terre D'Hermès EdT
Consecutive Daily Shaves - # 1,496

Saturday December 10, 2022
Razor: Shake Sharp
Blade: Wizamet
Brush: SV 2.0 Cocobolo
Soap: B&M Nordost
AS 1: Witch Hazel
AS 2: Terre D'Hermès Aftershave
Fragrance: Terre D'Hermès EdT
Consecutive Daily Shaves - # 1,496

Incredible shave allaround there, eh?!  

NordOst is my favourite AS scent ever. Really believe Will should make it a yearround Barrister_N_Mann offering. It perfect whether steaming Southern Summers or dark cold Northern Winters

Saturday December 10, 2022
Razor: Shake Sharp
Blade: Wizamet
Brush: SV 2.0 Cocobolo
Soap: B&M Nordost
AS 1: Witch Hazel
AS 2: Terre D'Hermès Aftershave
Fragrance: Terre D'Hermès EdT
Consecutive Daily Shaves - # 1,496

Incredible shave allaround there, eh?!  

NordOst is my favourite AS scent ever. Really believe Will should make it a yearround Barrister_N_Mann offering. It perfect whether steaming Southern Summers or dark cold Northern Winters

Thanks Dan, Nordost has become a favorite of mine. I love Orange but the smokiness that darkens this a little makes it the perfect temper to the citrus level.

Well, I done went and did it and man am I happy.  Chiseled Face Loyal reminds me of a dog that moved in with me.  My Golden was named Buddy.  He was a beautiful; no gorgeous retriever.  He was what other Golden Retrievers wished they were.  That’s not the dog  I’m thinking about.  Beautiful Buddy and I would hit the road every morning, rain or shine, at Oh-dark-thirty, and put in 4 to 5 miles.  There was a great hike over around the neighbors alfalfa field that we both liked.  One morning an obviously homeless, hobo dog of Labrador persuasion decided to tag along.  He was a ragged but good boy so we let him come.  Man that yellow dude taught my well-mannered pooch some things.  He taught my Buddy how to dive nose first into meadow vole holes and dig like mad.  It was funny to watch but soon enough it was time to hike home.  Big yellow tagged along.  I told my kids not to feed the curr and thought no more of it.  Next morning at walk time we emerged from the house to find Mr. Mange on the front lawn wagging his tail and woofing as though to say “what took you guys so long”?  We hiked, the goofed, we went home.  Next morning, no yellow dog……but that was the last morning the beast wasn’t there.  It was like he had to hike down to the bridge he was living under, gather his stuff in a shopping cart, and move it back to my place.  Before two days were over my kids had named him Hal and were feeding him.  And Hal became a fixture, and then a legend at our home.  He had a sunburnt nose, a crooked tail, worn teeth, and a paunch that belied his homeless status.  That dude could forage like nobodies business!  He’d met a skunk in the not too distant past and reeked.  Took two baths and a whole bottle of Fabreeze to get him out of the “retch” category.  This dog blew hair like a farm cat in a fan belt!  He broke wind all the time and it smelled like he was feasting on a winter killed Bison.  But boy was he loyal.  I’ve had a lot of dogs in my life.  Really great dogs.  But I’ve never seen a dog do,his,work like Hal.  That dude took care of my kids like nobodies business.  He whipped a pit bull that wanted to chase one of my kids down.  Years later I was up on the Great Divide Bowhunting elk when my wife called and said they had to put old Hal down. I sat on a blown down Douglas fir and sobbed.  He wasn’t young when he moved in with us, and his joints just got worse and worse until he just couldn’t climb the stairs without crying.  Ol Hal!  He looked like Gary Busey after a three day bender but man was he loyal.  Sort of like this Loyal soap.  It’s a glorious stinker that lasts on my skin like an aftershave.  Leather, coffee, dirt, and oh so good.  It’s dirty, gritty, and so smooth.  

Thanks for that post

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