…mmmmmm, hickory smoked salvation
In just over 24 hours, the crew from here at Basset Hound Central will be boarding the Magic Bus for our fictional trip to DogCon 3. Winker & Lucy are ready to go, Flash the imaginary cat is ready to go and Grace & I are ready to go. This year we plan on hitting every tourist trap and scenic wonder we can find along the way. I reckon there will be at least 1 or 2 blog posts a day here.
But before all that, I want to know how many of you are NOT going to Gen Con and if we might see your imaginary selves at DogCon? It’s really a great convention, as far as imaginary conventions of the mind go. I hope to see y’all there.
Now I have to go finish packing dog & cat toys and treats.
Edit: I was remiss in not pointing out that we will also be joined on the trip by our longtime dogsitter and friend, Sharon.
The Dociverse Blog 
Swineflesh is an abomination before Him!
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Swineflesh is an abomination before Him!
Swineflesh is an abomination before Him!
Swineflesh is an abomination before Him!
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Swineflesh is an abomination before Him!
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
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Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
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Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
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Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
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Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
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Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
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Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
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Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
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Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
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Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
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Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
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Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
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Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
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Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
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Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
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Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
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Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
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Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
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Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
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Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
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Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
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Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
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Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
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Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
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Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
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Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
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Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.
Bacon . . . now it is turkey bacon for me
Well, for some reason, my subconcious has decided that bacon = ambulance rides. So, after my heart attack, even when I have decided to have a slice of bacon with breakfast, I just can’t eat real bacon. Fortunately, my subconcious has decided that turkey bacon doesn’t equal ambulance rides. So, I can have that as a good substitute.