Knockouts
As far as I know I’ve never been knocked unconscious. I came close a time or two back when our donkey, Jasper, and I were gettin’…
Scars
When Pop introduces me to folks he tells them that instead of a Labrador retriever I’m a Labrador receiver. There’s a reason for that. When I…
The Karman Line
Being as how aerospace has kinda been Pop’s business for a long time, I occasionally hear him talking about something to do with that sorta thing….
The Tablecloth
As my pastor Dave would say (and yeah, since he’s Pop’s and the missus’ pastor that makes him mine, too) I love Christmas! This here is…
Ride for the Brand
Part of the cowboy code is that he demonstrates his loyalty to the ranch he serves by riding “for the brand”. Now if you’re a critter…
He Made a Difference
Thanks again to Rufus for allowing me to utilize his blog for my own purposes. This is one of those occasions when I’m deep in thought,…
The Gift
I reckon I ought to apologize for not bloggin’ for such a long time but I’ve been really busy what with tryin’ to keep an eye…
Christmas 2015
Christmas 2015 It’s been a while since Pop has left his computer where I could get to it. That’s just one of several issues we had…
REQUIEM FOR A LEGEND
As I sometimes do, today I turn over the keypad to Pop so that he, too, can share some thoughts on my blog. It’s been a…
The Masters
I’ll bet when you saw the topic for this blog entry you figured it had something to do with golf. Go ahead, admit it. You did,…
How do you mend a broken heart?
I’ve been pretty doggone busy the past few months so please pardon my lack of blog posts. Besides my usual duties of keeping things in order…
TEAMMATES
Me ‘n Pop, we’re teammates. He’ll chunk a stick and I’ll go fetch it. We both make sure that Lula Belle and the missus are protected…