Old Faithful!

This morning I overslept! To make up for lost time, I hurriedly put my dogs outside and then proceeded to feed them. I was in the middle of making a pot of coffee when my dogs started barking wildly outside. Something was going on!

I skipped outside to see what was the matter, and then skipped, as fast as I could— to the truck and took off—to find Randy Travis, happily chasing after Brigitte Bardot, who was chasing one of our newly rescued dogs, Darla!

I stopped at Randy’s pen, honked the horn twice and Randy came to me within seconds! I opened his gate and he ran inside his pen. Darla, the wannabe Great Dane pup had followed him, so I put her into the alley next to Randy!

Brigitte had run down to Jack Kennedy’s and Betty White’s pen and was trying to jump into their pen! I jumped into the truck, drove down there, opened the door and told Brigitte to load up! In two seconds she jumped into the cab of the truck—wedging herself between me and the steering wheel!

We were stuck! The horn was blasting, I couldn’t move, and didn’t know what to do! I needed Tony, but he was still in Medina drinking coffee with the old timers, at “The Old Timer!”

Thinking fast, I used my foot to raise the seat release bar below me, and then pushed until the seat slid backwards enough for me to slide out of the pickup. I then grabbed a leash, put it over Brigitte's head and put her back into her pen.

As soon as I had closed her gate, I heard a sound that reminded me of something I haven’t heard, since I was eight years old, when my family and I—watched Old Faithful erupt!

I turned around. Water was not shooting up from the ground, but it was shooting in all directions, in Bocepheus and Bunny’s pen—because a pipe had broken! I didn’t know what to do, because Tony and the guys always take care of that kind of stuff.

Within twenty seconds, I had the answer. I climbed into the truck, drove down to the pump house and turned off all of the switches in the electrical box. Then I saw a handle and pulled it up. Then I drove back down to Bocepheus and Bunny’s pen to find that the water was no longer spewing out of the busted pipe!

I returned to the trailer to find that Kinky had called and wanted me to come over for some coffee, so I did.

After pouring myself a cup of Kinky’s kona coffee, I sat down at the kitchen table with him. We talked about the crazy morning that I had and the conversation—turned to my blogging.

“You know Sean Robinson called last night?” Kinky asked. “He wanted to talk to me about the African Cayenne pepper that I‘m taking. He said he read about it in your blog.”

“You’re kidding me?” I said. “He’s reading my blogs, too?”

“He’s been reading all of your blogs,” Kinky stated. “He even mentioned your blog about Herb—not Erb, too.”

“Well, I got an e from Herb this morning,” I said, using the ‘H’ in front of erb. “He bought a copy of my book, and he is in the process of designing a special holiday card and you’re going to be a part of it! And, he also said that he was glad that you are taking better care of yourself—because, he said—the world needs for you to live to be at least ninety years of age. He is so nice.”

“That’s great!” Kinky said.

“You want to live to be ninety?” I asked. I couldn’t believe my ears!

“No, I meant,” Kinky said, “that I’m glad that you and Herb are keeping in touch with each other. Tell him—I’ll make it to ninety, only if ninety becomes the new-sixty.”

When I returned to the rescue ranch—the broken water pipe was fixed!