Last night, I had a hard time falling asleep because Mama, our giant, rescued Great Pyrenees, kept pushing me off the bed because she has restless legs syndrome. Don’t worry, I’m fine—I’m used to it. The other reason for not getting much shut-eye last night was because of the exciting news that Kinky had shared with me. For now it is a secret, but as soon as I get a heads up y’all will be the first to know. I promise.
Well, early this morning around 6:30, while Tony was in Medina drinking coffee with his friends, I was outside chasing Randy Travis all over the ranch. Eventually, I caught him and there was peace in the valley once again—until he jumped out again.
This afternoon, Tony and I drove to Kerrville with three purposes in mind. First to drop off Sugar Bear at Hoegemeyers so she could be adopted and secondly, to get Little Richard, a little furry, black mutt, that we had rescued from the Kerrville pound a few weeks ago, a rabies shot. Everything would have been fine except one of them got carsick on the way. Eighty-six degrees outside and the car windows down—nice ride.
After dropping the dogs off at Hoegemeyers we went to the Save Inn for lunch. Tony had a chicken sandwich and I had my favorite—the Omelet Sinker. It was delicious!
Following lunch, we swung by and picked up Little Richard and headed back to the rescue ranch. When we arrived home there were 9 phone messages on the machine. Six of them were from people wanting to give their dogs to us for one reason or another, two were hang ups and one was from a clown in a circus who we know.
Don’t get me wrong, this clown is a very nice person, but he is one of the most depressing people that I know and I hate talking to him. So, I called him first to get it over with. He told me that he was fixing to go on vacation and wanted to know if he could come here and camp out for a week at the rescue ranch. I told him that I didn’t think that would be a good idea, because we are too busy and of course that depressed him, but he did reassure me that he totally understood. Before hanging up he told me that he would call me the next time the circus was in the area so we could be his guests and see his act. How sad.
It is now six-forty and my day is done. Tony and I are headed over to Kinky’s Lodge so Tony can practice on Kinky’s pool table before Kinky gets back. Those two are both good pool players and enjoy competing against each other. Tony, aka “The Medina Bulldog” is looking forward to shooting a game with Kinky, aka “The Hummingbird Man” as soon as Kinky returns home. I’m outta here...
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