A dogs life....

Too darn hot!

The Mobile Groomers came t’day ’n sheared Rusty ’n Willy…Willy don’t seem to mind them all that much but Rusty seems to get traumatized ever’ time…’course, after it’s all over ’n he’s back inside looking sternly at me ’n I get him a treat ’n let him up on the sofa, he gets over it pretty quick….

Dogs are funny that way…they got a heckuva mem’ry ’n they don’t like change…Rusty is old(er) 'n on the suspicious side 'n knows when the groomers get here…I don’t quite know how he duz it but he knows…

Willy, on the other hand, is just a happy-go-lucky mutt ’n I believe he’d take up with anyone that’d offer him a treat...I'm thinkin' that's 'cuz he's more of a teenager…

I’m no judge but Rusty stresses over lots of things while Willy don’t seem to stress about much at all….

Take a walk~Yeah!  

Chase a chicken~Yeah! 

Have a treat~Yeah, Yeah!…

Nuthin’ t’do~take a nap!...  

When we’re young, we run, Lordy, we run after ever'thing...sex, drugs, rock ’n roll ’n the almighty dollar, 'specially that almighty dollar 'cuz we think it'll buy us ever'thing we'd ever want...

We lust after fortune ’n fame ’n what we think is ‘the good life’…..one gold rush after another…like a bunch of durn lemmings, we’ll run over any cliff, take on any challenge, forfeit our lives for a shot at the golden ring, all the time knowing in our heart that all the gold rings in the world are made out of brass….well, we ‘know’ it but we run more on hope than anything else…

And even when we get the stuffing knocked out of us 'n grow weary 'n cynical, we still hope...maybe only a little bit but it's enuff to keep durn near every lottery in the country solvent several times over...

And life being what it is, some people have a good ride ’n some people don’t…some people fall out of the damn rollercoaster on the very first turn…some people stay for the whole darn ride but vomit all the way…(Hey, life c’n be scary)….

Some people get to ride all the whole blessed way, feet up 'n grinnin'...fame, fortune, the gods smile on ‘em all the daze of their life…or seem to…we don’t really know ‘cuz we ain’t one ‘a those people…most of us ain’t…

But those of us who manage to hang on long enuff to know that the ride is coming to an end can only hope to emulate that happy go lucky dog that knows when all else fails, you just take a nap ’n fahgeddaboutit….