Happy Hour....

Boy, I’ll tell you what....I think I’ve reached the age where the ‘Happy Hour’ is a nap....
It’s a breezy day....so darn breezy in fact that a big branch off an old(er) oak tree up the street came down ‘n blocked off the ‘hull damn street for awhile....well, it only blocked one part, the crew that was gonna cut it up blocked the other part....someone came ‘n looked at it, put up some street-blocking detour signs at the foot of the hill ‘n went away for a couple hours.... s’alright as I wudn’t going anywhere anyway ‘n our little block has been losing population anyway so it ain’t like there was a lot of people clamoring to get out....
Anyways, me ‘n da boyz strolled down to take a look...didn’t impress Willie all that much, mostly because there was a small chicken herd on the other side....with a Pea Hen standing guard...not that the Pea Hen is aggresive, she ain’t....but she’s tall ‘n got good eyesight ‘n when she sees Willie ‘n Rusty, she just naturally heads in the other direction....’n just as naturally, when the chickens run.....Willie feels compelled to chase ‘em....’n when Willie starts chasing anything, he doesn’t hear a word I say until he gets all the way to the end of his leash.....which, now that I’m growing older I’m beginning to think might have been my problem all along...