Its seems that...big fat alleged cowdog...charges me with needing someone to take care of me...he is the one that has gotten so fat that he can barely slither...yes slither under that gate on Contraband Bayou, and sneak out and stand in front of the house there to be let back in...I awaiting him to get his fat....self caught under that gate...Always got his mouth open to be fed...Does he chase away the meter man when he comes in...some watch dog...he barks, and then runs up to be scratch...might as well give him the keys to the Dodge..., and the Dodge, well he is faster than lighting to jump and go...at least I stay in the truck as I was taught...and he...bails out every chance he gets...wags his tail as he runs into various stores...come get me...come get me...and after he has greeted everyone in Walmart (only to get can dog food) then he is willing to get back into the truck...otherwise, he is right at the cowboy feet, always getting stepped on...he should be thankful that that cowgirl threw him into the Ram...he was left at a McDonalds, and living off of scraps...last night we shared some Ben and Jerrys...Cherry Garcia...they had no Wavy Gravy, which is our preference...spoiled I would say is his problem...we are awaiting him to go flying over the Cajun Moon, for he loves to chase the gelding around the pasture at night...and the geldings hind quarters squeak, and thus, we await, the Blue Heeler over the Moon.........
