The Gambler!

This morning I only walked six miles, while Lisa, Matt and Meghan helped Tony with his chores, and then they walked our dogs! Little does Lisa and her friends know that they have spoiled our dogs rotten and we love it!

After my workout, the phone rang—it was Jerry Agiewich! I love Jerry and his sweet wife, Sue! Jerry is my good friend, as well as Tony's and Kinky's who makes the delicious salsa's for our rescue ranch! Jerry called just to say hello and to wish all of us a Happy New Year!

We talked about his rescued cats and dogs and our rescued cats and dogs. Then we talked about Tony, The Medina Bulldog, beating his son, A.J. in a pool tournament at the ranch last year. "Tell Tony, that I am going to come down there soon and show The Medina Bulldog how to really play pool!" Jerry joked.

"I will Jerry. You know that you are the only one that Tone has never been able to beat and it drives him crazy. Don't tell T. but I am putting my money on you!..." We had a great visit and laughed a lot! I am so glad that Jerry called. He made my day! I love people who make me laugh!

If y'all want to help out our rescue ranch by just eating, please check out: www.kinkysprivatestock.com or call 1-866-327-2572 and order some of the best tasting salsas that you have ever eaten in your life! They are truly Texan and are also available at most H.E.B.s. The three salsas are: "Black Hat Edition," which is a black bean and corn salsa and my favorite, "Pickin' & Grinnin'," which is the best peach salsa that I have ever tasted in my fifty-eight years, and then there is the "Politically Correct" salsa and dip, which I promise that you will become addicted to. Why is my mouth starting to water?

Late this afternoon I went over to the Lodge to visit with Kinky. Somehow within a few minutes our fun visit turned into a very interesting business meeting to say the least. "Kinky, I am fixin' to do a newsletter for the rescue ranch to raise some money for the rescue ranch since our free dog food source dried up last month and we are now having to buy dog food. Bless Paul Emerson. He still brings us free dog food when he can, but it just isn't enough. It is because of the upside down economy, Kink."

"Nance, how much money does it cost us for a year of dog food for our dogs?"

"Six thousand if we're talking good dog food." Then Frank came into the kitchen and sat down at the kitchen table, as Kinky started cooking some chicken gizzards for Brownie and Chumley, the last two of The Friedmans.

"Let's make a bet on this, Cousin Nancy," Kinky said. "I bet you that I can find one of my rich friends to donate the $6,000.00 for a year's supply of high quality dog food, before you can find someone from your blog or the newsletter! You blog about it tonight and I will start making phone calls tonight. Let's shake hands on it. Frank is our witness." Frank nodded his head as Kinky and I shook hands in the kitchen. "If I win the bet you have to come over to the Lodge and give it a deep cleaning and reupholster the chairs and the couch." I shivered at the thought. "What do I have to do if I lose?" I thought for a second and then I started laughing out loud!

"Kink, if I win this bet you will have to go with Tony to the Old Timer for a week, at six-thirty every morning and drink coffee and visit with his friends. And, you will have to help T. with his morning chores  for a week. We're talkin' feeding the dogs and cleaning up their pens. And, this one is going to drive you absolutely crazy. You will have to sit with T. in his office and watch him do his virtual farming on Facebook! And if that is not enough, you will have to workout with me and walk at least six miles a day with Leslie Sansone for five days straight, inside my trailer." Frank started laughing as Kinky  shook hands with me, again! I hope that I win!

Y'all have a great evening!