Category Archives: Big dogs jawin’

Late night conversations with Missy & Rocky

Kidz grow up

Today Daughter C and I hooked up the trailer and took the generator, which has a stopped float, and the 4-wheeler, which has a messed up carburetor, to our local small engine repair shop. Daughter C played with the goats at the shop. The little kids are cute as the dickens. This one had been bottle fed. He’s

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The Other Stray Hound

Mr. Big Food found her. I’ve been so preoccupied with tailgate s*^t that I forgot to mention this. Mr. Big Food radioed me that he’d found the white hound in the Southwest Pasture and I drove down and then walked down and walked her back to the truck. She was in a sorry state, poor

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6″

I am not one to criticize local custom but, c’mon, man. Six inches is not enough. It has been so hot for so long that the cold water coming out of the “city” water pipes is warm enough to take a bath in on a cool Autumn day. The folks in charge really should think

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Itinerary

“This means you can make The Friends of The Library Book Sale held every first Monday of the Month unless the first Monday is a holiday in which case it’s held the second Monday of the Month which is the case in September 2016. But your flight out isn’t until … scrolling down… 6:30pm so

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Not much

“Marica?” “Oh, hey, Missy! What’s up?” “Ruff?” “Not much, Marica. Just thinkin’.” “ruff.” “Thinkin’ about what, Missy?” “ruff?” “Not much, Marica.” “Ruff.” (Visited 12 times, 1 visits today)

“I have a story!”

“Okay, hey, Missy.” “Marica! I would like to tell a story. I’m sure I could do my story justice. I am well versed in the English Language. It would be a story about a little dog named Bebe and my friend Gilbert, and my dear Friend Rocky and me– I mean myself– and ” “Missy….

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“Marica?”

“Yes, Missy.” “What is happening? You seem to be preparing to disrupt our well-loved routine. I see that there’s a small bag of those tasty nibbles– on top of which you scrape your breakfast leftovers– over there by the door. My Dear Friend and I are not stupid, Marica. We know when change is coming.”

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Grumpy Uncle Rocky

Missy: My Dear Friend, why are you so short with that sweet little Bebe thing? Rocky: Ruff? Gil: Sister’s right, Man. You do get a bit testy with Bebe. Rocky: Ruff? Me: Oh, guys! Give Uncle Rocky a break! At least he’s not snarling at Bebe any more. Missy: Truer words were never spoken, Marica.

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“Hey, Marica?”

“Yes, Missy! What’s up?” “I am getting sort of old, Marica… “ “RUFF!” “OH NO YOU’RE NOT!” “I am. I am almost plus or minus five years old now.” “Oh my God, Missy. I sure do love you but you really have to stop fighting me on this one. When you say, ‘Plus or minus,’

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