Nice looking work, AF! Seems like anything new aroung my must be christened by the cat.........immediately.
The other night I went over to a friend's house to play guitar. His Weimaraner was running around the yard when I got there. I got out of my Jeep and sat my guitar on the ground long enough to lock the door...which was also long enough for the Hell-Dog to christen my HD-28, or at least the case it was in. We wiped everything off with a wet towel and there was no harm done. Just the same, Eddy's guitar was on its stand in his studio...and I had to resist the temptation to "christen" it my very own self.
The South: Heat and Spanish moss. A Strange hot land of courtly manners and sudden violence, elegance and anger.