Today I received an urgent phone call from Ray Massey concerning 140 Greyhounds who need homes, since the closing of the Corpus Christi Track! If you can help these dogs or know someone that is wanting one or two of these wonderful dogs, please check out their website:
http://txgap.org/corpus_greyhounds.htm
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
What's Going On?
This morning I woke up at 6:00 to the ‘Sounds of Silence,’ because I forgot to turn off my iPod last night.
After letting my dogs go outside, I phoned Kinky to wake him up. No answer. Fifteen minutes later, I tried reaching out and touching the Kinkster, again. Second verse, same as the first—no answer. So, I fed my dogs, including Lucky, the cat, and then I washed my hair in the sink.
At twenty minutes till seven, I thought, third times the charm, and phoned Kinky—still no answer. Wearing a big tan bath towel on my head, with my long gray hair wrapped up inside it, I called Kinky’s number, again. When his answering machine decided it was time for me to talk, I said, “Kinky, it’s Nancy. Wake up! Mr. Magoo, Chumley, Brownie and Perky—help me wake up Kinky! Start barking!” And, then I hung up the phone.
Knowing that time was of the essence, I pulled my wannabe terry turban off of my head, twisted up my wet hair, tucked it up inside my white cap, and headed out the front door. The sun was fixin’ to come up over the bluff behind us, and when I climbed into Trigger—his windshield was covered in ice! I turned on the defroster and the windshield wipers.
Two minutes later, the ice had melted enough for me to throw Trigger into reverse. I flipped on the high beam headlights and took off for the Lodge! When I arrived at Kinky’s, no lights were on inside so I jumped out of Trigger and went to the door. I opened the door, went inside and said, “Kinky, it’s Nancy! You need to get up! You’ve got less than twenty minutes before you have to call Bob!”
The bedroom light came on. “Nance, I’m up. Do you want some coffee?”
“No,” I half hollered. “I need to get back over to the rescue ranch. Randy Travis is out!”
“Thanks for waking me up,” Kinky said, sounding half asleep. “I’ll call you when the show is over.”
I left Kinky’s. When I got to the rescue ranch, Randy was running from pen to pen teasing the dogs, but when he saw me—he headed for his pen, so I could let him back inside it. He greeted me when I climbed out of the truck and anxiously ran back inside his pen after I had opened the gate. The dogs outside, immediately quieted down and I went back to the trailer.
I listened to Bob Cole’s show with Kinky and it went really well, and as soon as it was over—Kinky called me. “Nance, do you want to come over and drink some coffee?”
I went back over to the Lodge and we drank coffee and discussed business for about an hour and then I came home and fixed breakfast for Tony and me.
Around 11:30, Tony came inside the trailer and said, “Nance, Carol, and John are here and they want to talk to you. Where are you?”
“I’m back here in the office,” I said. “I’ll be right there.” I shut down the computer, and left my little office, and headed down the hallway, for what I like to call, ‘the big room.’ John was sitting on a stool at the breakfast bar, Carol was sitting in a chair at my cluttered kitchen table, and Tony was pouring himself some coffee. “Morning y’all. Do you want some coffee?”
“No, thank you,” they said, in two part harmony.
So, as Marvin Gaye would say, I said, “What’s going on?”
“Well,” John said, wearing a smile, as he handed me some paperwork. “I want to tell you about this morning. First, I went to Hoegemeyers to pick up Lana and Snowflake.”
“I hope they didn’t get carsick, John,” I said. "I didn’t get your e-mail until 9:30 this morning, so I wasn’t able to call Hoegemeyers to ask them not to feed the girls.”
“Lana did, about halfway here, and then Snowflake started freaking out. I had to pull off of the road, clean up the vomit and then try to settle Snowflake down. After I arrived here, when I started to put Snowflake back in her pen with Maggie—they were growling at each other like they didn’t know each other and I had to break them up before they got into a fight. So, I put her in the alley over there by Honey and Baxter. Then when I went to put Lana back in with Jedi, her mom—they nearly got into it! So, I stayed inside their pen until I felt things were calm.”
“Good grief,” I said. “That’s too weird.”
“I know,” Carol said.
“I’m not finished,” John said. “Then when I went to feed Toby and Baby, that concrete strip under the gate, had been dug up, and when I started to go inside, I stumbled, but didn’t fall! I can’t figure out why all of this happened.”
“John, I think it’s your fault. Maybe we need to smudge you,” I said.
“What?” John asked. “What do you mean smudge me?”
I started laughing. “I’m teasing,” I said, as Tony, Carol and John laughed. “Smudging is a deal the Native Americans do—to get rid of bad vibes, etc. They usually use sweet grass or sage. I’m thinking that maybe Lana and Snowflake had upset you on the drive here, and the dogs picked up on it. And, that’s why they were acting so weird.”
Then I told Carol and John about the time when Kinky went missing in Cabo San Lucas, back on December 17, 1998, and I was freaked out, and the rescued dogs outside started fighting with each other and acting strange, until I had called Copper Love and told her about Kinky missing and the police being involved, with search parties, etc. And, when I told her about our dogs suddenly acting so weird, she told me that I had to change my thoughts, because the dogs were picking up on my fears.
I took her advice and tried to make myself happy, but that didn’t work—because I wasn’t happy. But, when I received a call from John McCall, a few hours later, telling me they had found Kinky and he was fine—I was truly happy! And, yes, after that phone conversation, I went outside and all of the dogs were calm and acting normal.
After my long winded story, the four of us made a plan for Friday night at Casbeers, in San Antonio, to see Steven Fromholz, Kinky and Little Jewford!
And, here’s tonight’s report: At approximately 6:45 pm—The Hummingbird Man and the Medina Bulldog tied!
After letting my dogs go outside, I phoned Kinky to wake him up. No answer. Fifteen minutes later, I tried reaching out and touching the Kinkster, again. Second verse, same as the first—no answer. So, I fed my dogs, including Lucky, the cat, and then I washed my hair in the sink.
At twenty minutes till seven, I thought, third times the charm, and phoned Kinky—still no answer. Wearing a big tan bath towel on my head, with my long gray hair wrapped up inside it, I called Kinky’s number, again. When his answering machine decided it was time for me to talk, I said, “Kinky, it’s Nancy. Wake up! Mr. Magoo, Chumley, Brownie and Perky—help me wake up Kinky! Start barking!” And, then I hung up the phone.
Knowing that time was of the essence, I pulled my wannabe terry turban off of my head, twisted up my wet hair, tucked it up inside my white cap, and headed out the front door. The sun was fixin’ to come up over the bluff behind us, and when I climbed into Trigger—his windshield was covered in ice! I turned on the defroster and the windshield wipers.
Two minutes later, the ice had melted enough for me to throw Trigger into reverse. I flipped on the high beam headlights and took off for the Lodge! When I arrived at Kinky’s, no lights were on inside so I jumped out of Trigger and went to the door. I opened the door, went inside and said, “Kinky, it’s Nancy! You need to get up! You’ve got less than twenty minutes before you have to call Bob!”
The bedroom light came on. “Nance, I’m up. Do you want some coffee?”
“No,” I half hollered. “I need to get back over to the rescue ranch. Randy Travis is out!”
“Thanks for waking me up,” Kinky said, sounding half asleep. “I’ll call you when the show is over.”
I left Kinky’s. When I got to the rescue ranch, Randy was running from pen to pen teasing the dogs, but when he saw me—he headed for his pen, so I could let him back inside it. He greeted me when I climbed out of the truck and anxiously ran back inside his pen after I had opened the gate. The dogs outside, immediately quieted down and I went back to the trailer.
I listened to Bob Cole’s show with Kinky and it went really well, and as soon as it was over—Kinky called me. “Nance, do you want to come over and drink some coffee?”
I went back over to the Lodge and we drank coffee and discussed business for about an hour and then I came home and fixed breakfast for Tony and me.
Around 11:30, Tony came inside the trailer and said, “Nance, Carol, and John are here and they want to talk to you. Where are you?”
“I’m back here in the office,” I said. “I’ll be right there.” I shut down the computer, and left my little office, and headed down the hallway, for what I like to call, ‘the big room.’ John was sitting on a stool at the breakfast bar, Carol was sitting in a chair at my cluttered kitchen table, and Tony was pouring himself some coffee. “Morning y’all. Do you want some coffee?”
“No, thank you,” they said, in two part harmony.
So, as Marvin Gaye would say, I said, “What’s going on?”
“Well,” John said, wearing a smile, as he handed me some paperwork. “I want to tell you about this morning. First, I went to Hoegemeyers to pick up Lana and Snowflake.”
“I hope they didn’t get carsick, John,” I said. "I didn’t get your e-mail until 9:30 this morning, so I wasn’t able to call Hoegemeyers to ask them not to feed the girls.”
“Lana did, about halfway here, and then Snowflake started freaking out. I had to pull off of the road, clean up the vomit and then try to settle Snowflake down. After I arrived here, when I started to put Snowflake back in her pen with Maggie—they were growling at each other like they didn’t know each other and I had to break them up before they got into a fight. So, I put her in the alley over there by Honey and Baxter. Then when I went to put Lana back in with Jedi, her mom—they nearly got into it! So, I stayed inside their pen until I felt things were calm.”
“Good grief,” I said. “That’s too weird.”
“I know,” Carol said.
“I’m not finished,” John said. “Then when I went to feed Toby and Baby, that concrete strip under the gate, had been dug up, and when I started to go inside, I stumbled, but didn’t fall! I can’t figure out why all of this happened.”
“John, I think it’s your fault. Maybe we need to smudge you,” I said.
“What?” John asked. “What do you mean smudge me?”
I started laughing. “I’m teasing,” I said, as Tony, Carol and John laughed. “Smudging is a deal the Native Americans do—to get rid of bad vibes, etc. They usually use sweet grass or sage. I’m thinking that maybe Lana and Snowflake had upset you on the drive here, and the dogs picked up on it. And, that’s why they were acting so weird.”
Then I told Carol and John about the time when Kinky went missing in Cabo San Lucas, back on December 17, 1998, and I was freaked out, and the rescued dogs outside started fighting with each other and acting strange, until I had called Copper Love and told her about Kinky missing and the police being involved, with search parties, etc. And, when I told her about our dogs suddenly acting so weird, she told me that I had to change my thoughts, because the dogs were picking up on my fears.
I took her advice and tried to make myself happy, but that didn’t work—because I wasn’t happy. But, when I received a call from John McCall, a few hours later, telling me they had found Kinky and he was fine—I was truly happy! And, yes, after that phone conversation, I went outside and all of the dogs were calm and acting normal.
After my long winded story, the four of us made a plan for Friday night at Casbeers, in San Antonio, to see Steven Fromholz, Kinky and Little Jewford!
And, here’s tonight’s report: At approximately 6:45 pm—The Hummingbird Man and the Medina Bulldog tied!
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Here Kinky On KVET Tomorrow Morning!
Kinky just called me to ask me to give him a wake up call, because he is going to be on the air with our good friend and radio host, Bob Cole, tomorrow morning on KVET 98.1 in Austin. If you go to KVET.com you can listen to Kinky and Bob! Kinky is going to be on the show around 7:10 am. I can't wait!
I Forgot!
This evening, I went over to see Kinky at the Lodge. We had a short business discussion, before The Hummingbird Man challenged me to a game of pool. I racked the balls, The Hummingbird Man broke up the rack of balls—sinking a stripe.
For some reason, I missed the ball I was aiming at, but somehow, I sunk—three solids in a row, even though I wasn’t planning on sinking, the ones that fell into the pockets. The game was pretty interesting with four balls left on the table. I wound up winning the match, because The Hummingbird Man accidentally sunk the eight ball! Cousin Nancy—one!
I challenged The Hummingbird Man to one more game. I was shooting pretty good, until I forgot that I was stripes—in two quick shots, I sank two solids, while The Hummingbird Man watched the news on TV. I thought I was on a roll, until The Hummingbird Man turned around, and said, “Nance, you’re stripes. You sank two of my balls.”
“You’re right, Kink. I forgot.”
Kinky made two more shots—winning the game. We had tied, and I went home.
For some reason, I missed the ball I was aiming at, but somehow, I sunk—three solids in a row, even though I wasn’t planning on sinking, the ones that fell into the pockets. The game was pretty interesting with four balls left on the table. I wound up winning the match, because The Hummingbird Man accidentally sunk the eight ball! Cousin Nancy—one!
I challenged The Hummingbird Man to one more game. I was shooting pretty good, until I forgot that I was stripes—in two quick shots, I sank two solids, while The Hummingbird Man watched the news on TV. I thought I was on a roll, until The Hummingbird Man turned around, and said, “Nance, you’re stripes. You sank two of my balls.”
“You’re right, Kink. I forgot.”
Kinky made two more shots—winning the game. We had tied, and I went home.
Great News! Kinky Just Called!
The San Antonio, Houston and La Grange Bonefits have all sold out for this weekend! And, a second Bonefit has just been added at The Bugle Boy in La Grange starting at 7:30 pm!
Monday, January 7, 2008
The Best Is Yet To Come!
Yesterday afternoon, Ringo was adopted to a great home! Talk about making my day great! He had been adopted out in October, but unfortunately was returned to us, because he enjoyed visiting neighbors more than he liked sitting in the backyard. Ringo was so excited about getting adopted, that he forgot to kiss us good bye. As soon as his adoption papers were signed, he jumped into the couples Suburban to begin his new life on a ranch!
I have been hearing from several, well informed friends, that 2008 is supposed to be one great year for all of us! And,I have been paying close attention, and am really starting to believe these predictions!
On New Year’s Eve day, Kinky’s car was in the shop, and he had asked me if I could please drive him to Kerrville, so he could take care of some business—so I did.
When I drove over to the Lodge, Kinky was ready to go to Kerrville. When he jumped into the passenger side of the pickkup—I could tell that he was not a happy camper. The reason for this temporary mood swing, was because I had the bench seat pulled up as close to the dashboard as it could get—because I am tall challenged, and my feet can’t reach the pedals.
We took off on the caliche road, and we had just crossed over the Echo Hill cattle guard, when Kinky says to me, “Nance, would you like for me to drive us to town?”
Not wanting to cramp his style, I said, “Sure Kink, if you’ll promise to drive under the speed limit. Your driving sorta scares me.” I then stopped the truck in the middle of the dirt road, and we jumped out of the cab to switch sides. It reminded me of the many times as a teenager, when me and my friends would pull up to a four-way stop sign, and then jump out of the car, and switch sides! Why I thought that was fun is beyond me.
Anyway, after we had changed seats in the pickup, Kinky scooted the truck seat as far back as it would go, and then we buckled up, and took off for Kerrville, again. “Kinky the truck’s name is Trigger.”
“Okay, Nance,” Kinky said, as he cranked down the window on his side. “Trigger.”
About halfway there, I opened up my purse and pulled out my trusty, 80 gig, iPod. I plugged it in, and turned up the volume. The Kingston Trio were singing, ‘Hang Down Your Head, Tom Dooley.’ I could barely hear it because of the wind noise, coming from Kinky’s side, so I cranked it up some more. Then Phoebe Snow began singing, ‘Poetry Man.’ “ I just love that song,” I said. “This is perfect music for a New Year’s Eve.”
Kinky puffed away on his cigar. He didn’t hear me because of the wind, and he was driving six miles over the speed limit.
“The speed limit is fifty-five miles, Kinky,” I said loudly, as the iPod played, ‘They say don’t go, to Wolverton...’
Kinky slowed down. “Wolverton Mountain’ is a great song.”
By the time we had reached Wolfmuellers, we had listened to Carlos Santana, the Rolling Stones, Buffalo Springfield, Sting, Air Supply, and the Beatles. We had a fun visit with Sandy and Jon, and then we went our separate ways. Kinky walked over to the bank and I drove over to HEB to buy some groceries. The parking lot was so full, I gave up trying to find a place to park, so I went back to Wolfmuellers. Kinky showed up a few minutes later. We invited them to go to lunch with us, but they were so busy selling books—they declined the invite.
Kinky wanted to go to that orange restaurant for mexican food, but I refused. I reminded him that it was my turn to pick, so he and I drove over to The Save Inn Restaurant. The parking lot was full, as it always is. Kinky found a space and parked Trigger, after he had bumped into a cement barrier, that neither one of us had seen. The only damage done to Trigger, was he broke off one side of the license plate, which is now dangling from one screw.
Kinky ordered their delicious grilled hamburger steak, and I ordered chicken fried steak, one of my favorites. Our meals were delicious, but because my chicken fried steak was so huge—Kinky took half, and finished it off for me. When we walked out of The Save Inn Restaurant, Kinky told me that he really liked the place and would definitely be coming back for more.
On our way back to ranch, on top of the pass, I said, “Kinky, I am thinking that I am going to try to start writing for some newspapers, and magazines to bring in more income for Tony and me. I’m tired of being poor. And, did you know this is supposed to be a great year for you and me? I saw Cindy at Albertsons, the other day, and she told me that. And I think she’s right.”
We chatted the rest of the way home, and he offered me some very helpful tips, to help me get some writing gigs.
Two days later, Kinky called to ask me to come over to the Lodge for an early morning meeting. Over some Kona coffee, Kinky suggested that he and I partner up, to write a book together! Wow! Talk about some great news, and what a way to start out the New Year!
The following morning, Kinky called to ask me to come over to the Lodge for an early morning meeting, again. After that meeting was over—Kinky and I are now going to co-write two books, and we also decided to self-publish, and the name of our publishing company is, ‘South Flat Press!’
So now, I am on cloud nine, my dreams of writing with Kinky are coming true! I love it!
This morning Kinky called me from Austin, to tell me about last Friday, Saturday and Sunday’s bonefits, that he and his friends Steven Fromholz and Little Jewford, did to raise money for the rescue ranch. His news was great! They had done much better than they had expected!
He also told me that Burl Taylor, his friend, and one great auctioneer, from Denton, had played a huge part in raising the money for us! “Nance, Burl has nine dogs, and he told me that he wants to help us, because Oliver, his old blind dog told him to. He’s like us!”
“Please thank Burl Taylor for me,” I said.
Kinky laughed. “Nance, you are getting hard of hearing. His name isn’t Burl Taylor. His name is Carl—C, A, R, L—Carl Naylor—not Taylor—N, A, Y, L, O, R—Naylor—Carl Naylor!”
We both laughed. “Okay, please thank Carl Naylor for me.”
“Carl is going to do the rest of the bonefits with us this month!” Kinky stated. “I can’t wait for you to meet him.”
“Well, John, Tony and me, and hopefully Carol, are planning to go to the bonefit at Casbeers Friday.”
“That would be great if y’all could come. I should be back at the ranch in a few hours. Give the Friedmans my love.”
“I will. Bye.”
And, that is why I believe the predictions!
Well, John just took off with Lana and Snowflake, to get them spayed and given all shots and Tony and I are fixin’ to head to Kerrville for supplies.
Here is the Bonefit information for the next three:
Friday, January 11th....Casbeers in San Antonio...starts at 8:30 pm
Saturday, January 12th...McGonigel’s Mucky Duck in Houston...starts at 7:00 pm
Sunday, January 13th...The Bugle Boy in La Grange...starts at 4:00 pm
I have been hearing from several, well informed friends, that 2008 is supposed to be one great year for all of us! And,I have been paying close attention, and am really starting to believe these predictions!
On New Year’s Eve day, Kinky’s car was in the shop, and he had asked me if I could please drive him to Kerrville, so he could take care of some business—so I did.
When I drove over to the Lodge, Kinky was ready to go to Kerrville. When he jumped into the passenger side of the pickkup—I could tell that he was not a happy camper. The reason for this temporary mood swing, was because I had the bench seat pulled up as close to the dashboard as it could get—because I am tall challenged, and my feet can’t reach the pedals.
We took off on the caliche road, and we had just crossed over the Echo Hill cattle guard, when Kinky says to me, “Nance, would you like for me to drive us to town?”
Not wanting to cramp his style, I said, “Sure Kink, if you’ll promise to drive under the speed limit. Your driving sorta scares me.” I then stopped the truck in the middle of the dirt road, and we jumped out of the cab to switch sides. It reminded me of the many times as a teenager, when me and my friends would pull up to a four-way stop sign, and then jump out of the car, and switch sides! Why I thought that was fun is beyond me.
Anyway, after we had changed seats in the pickup, Kinky scooted the truck seat as far back as it would go, and then we buckled up, and took off for Kerrville, again. “Kinky the truck’s name is Trigger.”
“Okay, Nance,” Kinky said, as he cranked down the window on his side. “Trigger.”
About halfway there, I opened up my purse and pulled out my trusty, 80 gig, iPod. I plugged it in, and turned up the volume. The Kingston Trio were singing, ‘Hang Down Your Head, Tom Dooley.’ I could barely hear it because of the wind noise, coming from Kinky’s side, so I cranked it up some more. Then Phoebe Snow began singing, ‘Poetry Man.’ “ I just love that song,” I said. “This is perfect music for a New Year’s Eve.”
Kinky puffed away on his cigar. He didn’t hear me because of the wind, and he was driving six miles over the speed limit.
“The speed limit is fifty-five miles, Kinky,” I said loudly, as the iPod played, ‘They say don’t go, to Wolverton...’
Kinky slowed down. “Wolverton Mountain’ is a great song.”
By the time we had reached Wolfmuellers, we had listened to Carlos Santana, the Rolling Stones, Buffalo Springfield, Sting, Air Supply, and the Beatles. We had a fun visit with Sandy and Jon, and then we went our separate ways. Kinky walked over to the bank and I drove over to HEB to buy some groceries. The parking lot was so full, I gave up trying to find a place to park, so I went back to Wolfmuellers. Kinky showed up a few minutes later. We invited them to go to lunch with us, but they were so busy selling books—they declined the invite.
Kinky wanted to go to that orange restaurant for mexican food, but I refused. I reminded him that it was my turn to pick, so he and I drove over to The Save Inn Restaurant. The parking lot was full, as it always is. Kinky found a space and parked Trigger, after he had bumped into a cement barrier, that neither one of us had seen. The only damage done to Trigger, was he broke off one side of the license plate, which is now dangling from one screw.
Kinky ordered their delicious grilled hamburger steak, and I ordered chicken fried steak, one of my favorites. Our meals were delicious, but because my chicken fried steak was so huge—Kinky took half, and finished it off for me. When we walked out of The Save Inn Restaurant, Kinky told me that he really liked the place and would definitely be coming back for more.
On our way back to ranch, on top of the pass, I said, “Kinky, I am thinking that I am going to try to start writing for some newspapers, and magazines to bring in more income for Tony and me. I’m tired of being poor. And, did you know this is supposed to be a great year for you and me? I saw Cindy at Albertsons, the other day, and she told me that. And I think she’s right.”
We chatted the rest of the way home, and he offered me some very helpful tips, to help me get some writing gigs.
Two days later, Kinky called to ask me to come over to the Lodge for an early morning meeting. Over some Kona coffee, Kinky suggested that he and I partner up, to write a book together! Wow! Talk about some great news, and what a way to start out the New Year!
The following morning, Kinky called to ask me to come over to the Lodge for an early morning meeting, again. After that meeting was over—Kinky and I are now going to co-write two books, and we also decided to self-publish, and the name of our publishing company is, ‘South Flat Press!’
So now, I am on cloud nine, my dreams of writing with Kinky are coming true! I love it!
This morning Kinky called me from Austin, to tell me about last Friday, Saturday and Sunday’s bonefits, that he and his friends Steven Fromholz and Little Jewford, did to raise money for the rescue ranch. His news was great! They had done much better than they had expected!
He also told me that Burl Taylor, his friend, and one great auctioneer, from Denton, had played a huge part in raising the money for us! “Nance, Burl has nine dogs, and he told me that he wants to help us, because Oliver, his old blind dog told him to. He’s like us!”
“Please thank Burl Taylor for me,” I said.
Kinky laughed. “Nance, you are getting hard of hearing. His name isn’t Burl Taylor. His name is Carl—C, A, R, L—Carl Naylor—not Taylor—N, A, Y, L, O, R—Naylor—Carl Naylor!”
We both laughed. “Okay, please thank Carl Naylor for me.”
“Carl is going to do the rest of the bonefits with us this month!” Kinky stated. “I can’t wait for you to meet him.”
“Well, John, Tony and me, and hopefully Carol, are planning to go to the bonefit at Casbeers Friday.”
“That would be great if y’all could come. I should be back at the ranch in a few hours. Give the Friedmans my love.”
“I will. Bye.”
And, that is why I believe the predictions!
Well, John just took off with Lana and Snowflake, to get them spayed and given all shots and Tony and I are fixin’ to head to Kerrville for supplies.
Here is the Bonefit information for the next three:
Friday, January 11th....Casbeers in San Antonio...starts at 8:30 pm
Saturday, January 12th...McGonigel’s Mucky Duck in Houston...starts at 7:00 pm
Sunday, January 13th...The Bugle Boy in La Grange...starts at 4:00 pm
Sunday, January 6, 2008
While The Hummingbird Man's Away—The Bulldog Will Play!
Saturday was a busy day for us. We had many visitors in the morning—wanting a tour of the rescue ranch. In fact, the last visitors, fell in love with Ringo, and they are coming back to adopt him next week!
Around one o’clock, right on time, our dear friends from Austin, Denise and Mark Stevens arrived with their / our dog—Hank! It was so great to see them!
Hank, aka Hankie, The Hankster was rescued five or six years ago by Kinky. Kinky had just finished doing a radio show at KVET, in Austin, with Sammy Allred and Bob Cole. Upon leaving the radio station, some people were coming in the front door—carrying Hank!
When Kinky saw the little red-headed stranger—his heart melted. He stopped to ask them about their dog, and when he found out that they were from a rescue organization, getting ready to do an interview with Bob and Sammy, and their little dog was up for adoption—Kinky adopted the little dog, right there, inside the lobby of KVET!
As soon as Kinky was inside his car, he called to tell me his exciting news! “Nance, this little dog is adorable, and I am going to keep him! I’ve already named him Hank, Sr., and I can’t wait for you and Tony to meet him! I’ll be back at the ranch, in a couple of hours.”
A few hours later, “Nance, this is Kinky. I am sick. Mr. Magoo hates Hank! He’s jealous of Hank, and keeps growling at him, and I’m afraid for Hank’s safety. Could y’all take Hank?”
We took Hank, and we fell in love with him, but we did have to change his name from Senior to Hank, Jr. because we already had a little black and white dog named Hank, Sr.
Hank was a great little dog, and he fit in well with our other dogs. He was so cute, that I even created, with the help of Adobe Photoshop, a rescue ranch—July 4th card, and mailed it out to all of our supporters—and we got a great response from it! Everyone loved the card and suggested that we ought to consider printing some Hank T-shirts.
A few years later, our good friend, Brian Alstott, came down to visit us, and brought along his friend, Denise Stevens, from Austin, because she loved dogs and also wanted to see the rescue ranch. We had a great visit, and during that time, Denise fell in love with—The Hankster!
Denise kept telling us that she wanted to adopt Hank, and take him home with her. By the end of their visit, I asked Tony to go outside with me for a few minutes before they left. We talked about letting Hank go, and agreed to let Denise adopt Hank, but first we needed to check with Kinky about it. I called Kinky with the details, and later, on that afternoon, November 28, 2003—Hank left the ranch!
Since that time, we have kept in touch with Denise and her husband, Mark. Hank had become the love of their life and they had spoiled him—rotten! And we loved it—especially Kinky!
The next time that Kinky and I ran into Hank was at our book signing, in Austin, at a Barnes & Noble, for Kinky’s book, ‘The Christmas Pig’ and my book, ‘The Road to Utopia: How Kinky, Tony and I Saved More Animals Than Noah.’ That was back in December 2006.
Denise and Mark had showed up at the book signing and surprised us with a Hank visit! Fortunately, the crowd was patient with us, as Kinky and I stopped signing our books, so we could hold and pet our little buddy. That was a great book signing!
And yesterday, when Denise and Mark showed up with Hank—that was a great day! When they arrived, they unleashed Hank, Jr. and with his tail wagging, he ran to me and jumped up into my arms! And, when Hank saw Tony, he jumped out of my arms and ran to Tony’s arms!
After the greetings were done, we came inside the trailer for coffee. Hank obviously remembered our trailer, because he quickly ran around the living room and jumped up on the coffee table that he used to take naps on.
After a short, but fun visit, Tony took Denise, Hank and Mark for a drive on Kermit, while I returned a few phone calls.
After I had reached out and touched a few some ones—I left the trailer to go find Tony and our friends. When I found the party of four, we decided to shoot some pool over at the Lodge! Because of Mr. Magoo’s past history with Hank, Jr., it was decided to take Hank to our trailer, for safety sakes, before playing pool.
At Kinky’s Lodge, Denise and I confessed that we didn’t want to play pool, because of our lack of skill, so The Medina Bulldog challenged Mark! Let the games begin!
While Denise and I visited, and made frequent comments on our men’s pool shots, the guys seemed evenly matched! Mark would win one game, and then The Medina Bulldog would win one, etc.
This went on for six games! The Medina Bulldog—three! And Mark, aka Beano, who I named because of a hilarious story they had told, was three, too! They were tied!
The seventh game, the final match to break the tie—The Medina Bulldog won, but it was close! Tony and Beano shook hands, and agreed to another future match—which next time would include: The Hummingbird Man and Brian Alstott!
When it was time for Denise and Beano to leave, Tony and I hugged them both, but we kissed Hank. We had a great time and are looking forward to the next visit and tournament!
And lastly, I want to thank Brian for introducing us! We miss you, Brian! Get well soon!
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