Borax!

Today has been great and so was yesterday. Yesterday afternoon around five o'clock while I was visiting with Rick and Tony inside the trailer the phone rang—it was Kinky. "Nance, they're here. Can we come over now?"

"They're coming! Right now!" I said, after hanging up the phone. T. and Rick looked at each other and they asked simultaneously, "Who?" Then they started laughing.

"I'm not sure," I said. After taking a sip of water I said, "Kinky is bringing over a man who is a real famous fisherman. He has a fishing show on TV and..."

"I hope it isn't (name withheld to protect the innocent or the guilty, so we will call him Borax) Borax!" Rick said. "I knew Borax forty years ago and his wife and me... If it is Borax, I am going to go hide in your bedroom closet." I could tell that Rick wasn't kidding.

"Here's what we will do, Rick," I said, calmly. "When they get here I will go outside and greet them. If he's Borax I will introduce you as Scooter. I'm sure after all these years— there is no way that he would recognize or remember you." The dogs started barking outside, so I left the trailer to go meet or not to meet Borax.

When we walked inside the trailer I looked directly at Rick and said, "Scooter, I mean Rick, and Tony this is Alan Warren and his assistant Jeffrey." As Rick let out a deep sigh, Tony said, "You're Alan Warren! I love your show Alan Warren Outdoors and I watch it religiously. You've got a twin brother too, right?"

"Yes, I do, Tony," Alan said. "Is that your bass boat outside?..." Then Tony and Alan started talking about fishing for a few minutes.

"See, Alan, I told you that Tony would know who you were," Kinky bragged. As the men visited and talked some business, I could tell that Kinky, Tony and Rick liked Alan and Jeffrey as much as I did—they were two really nice guys.

When there was a lull in the conversation Rick says, "Do you know Borax?" Alan and Jeffrey burst out laughing—they knew Borax. Then they started trading funny stories about Borax and they had all of us laughing. When it was time for them to leave I gave Alan a copy of both of my books to read about our rescue ranch. We hated to see them leave and we are looking forward to their next visit and I am going to make sure to take a picture of Tony with Alan and post it.

Tony woke me up at six-thirty this morning, so I could do the Harley Show at seven forty-five. Rick came inside the trailer around seven o'clock to drink some coffee with us before taking off on his Triumph to meet up with Leisa in San Marcos.

Five minutes after Scooter left I called the Rose 99.9 radio station. I had a lot of fun talking to Harley on and off of the air. His Pet of the Week is Hank Hill. "Hank's a wonderful dog. He is only a year and a half old, sweet, good on a leash and great with other dogs..."

This afternoon at three o'clock, Toby Keith, who is close to my heart and one of my favorite dogs found his forever home and I am so happy for him. After I told Nancy, a nice woman, about the same age as me, about Toby's sad life story and the awful events that led up to us rescuing him—she could not wait to adopt him and take him home and spoil him. Toby seemed thrilled to be leaving our rescue ranch for the second time, and he appeared to be very happy and comfortable sitting in the back seat of her big, fancy white pickup as they drove away.

Ten minutes later as I was filing Toby's adoption papers away the dogs started barking outside and Tony went outside to see who was here or what was the matter. A few minutes later T. walked inside the trailer. "Nance, your overhead projector is here. I'll open it for you."

When I walked into the big room—there it was sitting on the breakfast bar! "I love it, Tony!" I said, as I touched it. "I'm going to name it Trace Adkins. I can't wait to try it out." Tony laughed.

"I like the name," T. said. "Maybe I can use it to trace a few portraits, too. I was thinking about doing that Hummingbird..."

Y'all have a great evening!