The Procedure!

This morning I got up early and walked eight miles before seven o'clock. After breakfast I did a little paperwork and then went outside and helped Tony clean the dog pens. When our cleanup was complete T. asked me to go with him to hay the cows, but I didn't want to because he always makes me open the gates and I am afraid of the cows. When I told him no and why Tony promised me that he would open and close all of the gates. So I went and I am glad that I did, because I have never silently laughed so hard for so long.

It all started when we went to get the giant round bale of hay over by the corral. After Tone backed Buttermilk up to the hay trailer he started to get out, the door wouldn't budge, so he put Buttermilk into park, rolled down the window, unlocked the doors from inside and then reached his arm outside and opened the door using the outside handle. "I think Buttermilk's door is broken, dang-it." Then he got outside and hitched the trailer to Buttermilk so he could load the hay on it.

When he got back inside the Explorer he had to do a lot of back and forth maneuvering to finally line the trailer up to the round bale then he tried to open the door so he could get out, but it would not open and that is when I started silently laughing. "Dang it!" Tone said, as he put Buttermilk into park, rolled the window down, pressed the door unlock button and then stuck his arm outside and opened the door from the outside.

He had to repeat these steps four more times before we took off to go hay the cows and I could tell that T. was a little more than bothered about it. "Tony, Buttermilk can't help it. She's over fourteen years old. She's old like me." I tried to explain to his deaf ears.

When we reached the gate to the pasture, Tony took a deep breath and then he quickly did the four-step procedure: park, roll down the window, unlock the doors, and open the door from outside and then he got out of Buttermilk to open the gate. Then the cows from afar saw us and started stampeding toward us, so Tony jumped into Buttermilk and drove us through the gate entrance and then he cussed under his breath as he quickly repeated the four-step procedure to get out of Buttermilk so he could close the gate before the herd descended upon us!

It was hard for me not to laugh, but when we reached the area where the hay needed to be dropped, Tony did "The Procedure" and got out and unloaded the hay. Then we took off to the water tank to water the cows and Tony was cussing out loud as he parked, rolled, unlocked and opened the door. When he was out of earshot I laughed uncontrollably until he returned. His cow chores were now done so we took off. Three procedures later we were back home.

Because today was unusually cool, Tony and I decided to do some mowing. While he rode around on the riding lawn mower I push mowed our front and back yards.

During lunch I let Carlton take a call from a sweet, young woman who wanted to adopt one of our dogs for her son. Ten minutes later after eating my last bite I returned her call. After a short telephone conversation she told me that she and her family would be here by four o'clock to possibly adopt one of our dogs! I was on Cloud Nine about it, but it didn't last long.

Ten minutes after I had cleaned up the kitchen a woman called and told me that she was returning one of our dogs, because he kept running away. Hmmmmmmm?  Running away? I knew there must have been a reason, but she wouldn't tell me. When I told Tony that Walter, one of our super dogs, was being returned he was disappointed and felt sorry for Walter. "Walter is a great dog, Nance," T. said.

An hour later when the woman showed up we immediately got mad, but hid it, when we saw Walter riding in the back of her truck. As soon as the woman handed Walter over to me I listened to her complaints about him constantly running away. "Hi, Walter," I said. "Welcome home, buddy..."

"He won't answer to Walter anymore. We changed his name to #*^+*," The woman said. "He doesn't answer to Walter. It's..."

"It's okay, Walter," I said as he sat in front of me as I petted him. "You're a great dog, Walter and we've really missed you..." Then Tony took his leash and took him to a pen and then the woman drove away.

At four-thirty Kim, her husband and young son arrived from Del Valle to possibly adopt a dog from us. Tony and I immediately fell in love with the young couple and their cute son and we were thrilled when they decided to adopt Emmylou Harris, the young, black and white sister pup to Rita Coolidge that we rescued earlier this week! Needless to say her adoption made our day! Now we must get Rita into a great home as soon as possible, because she is already missing her sister.

Y'all have a great evening!

Happy Birthday Pete Hartje!

Today has been great, but first off, I want to wish our dear friend Pete Hartje down in Port Aransas a Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday to You! Happy Birthday to You! Happy Birthday Dear Pete! Happy Birthday to You! We love You! Kelly, please give Pete a big bear hug from Tone and me.

This morning I woke up early which was good, because I got so much done. In fact, I had walked eight miles with Leslie Sansone before eight-thirty! Then Kinky called me and we had a great long distance business meeting about future fund raising ideas for the rescue ranch and the special newsletter that I am working on. After our talk I did some paperwork then I went outside around nine-thirty to help Tony clean pens and discovered that Jim McMahon, one of our great volunteers, was already out here walking our dogs for us!

After cleaning two pens just before I went into Blackie's and Alfie's pen to pick up poop June Hartley arrived with a guest volunteer—her Aunt Barbara who was visiting her from Nebraska. The minute I shook Barbara's hand I liked her because June told me that she is a big time animal lover like all of us are. "I'm on Poop Patrol today," I said with a laugh. "You can call me Stinky Pinky." June and Barbara laughed and then they offered to do my job for me and pick up the poop, but I declined their offer, because I'd rather have them walk our dogs, so they took off to walk our dogs.

After Blackie's and Alfie's pen was spotless I went over to Hank's and Nellybelle's pen to clean it when Ellen Jackson and Eileen Gotke showed up and parked right next to the pen I was in. By the time we had said our howdies to each other I was done picking up the poop and left the pen to visit with them.

In no time flat the three of us were laughing about the pretty pink, feathered-flashing cowgirl hat that Eileen had given to me. They told me that they had loved the picture on my blog of Ben Welch wearing my hat and then Ellen told us that the next time that she goes to Fredericksburg she was going to buy one for herself!

Then Ellen gave me an update on Jermaine Jackson, the sweet, shy dog that she recently adopted from us! "He is definitely a Jackson!" Ellen said with pride. "He is doing great and I have taken him to two obedience classes. The first time that I took him to the class he was shy and skittish and nervous, but when we went to his second class he acted like a completely different dog and everyone complimented me on him! Jermaine was much calmer and he even slept at my feet as we listened to the dog trainer. I am so proud of him..."

"I am so proud of you for taking one of our  fouled-up dogs that needed a lot of work, Ellen and having the patience and the love to slowly turn him around. I am so happy for him. Few people would adopt a dog like Jermaine, because most people want a perfect dog from the moment that they get one. You're an angle. I mean an angel."

After our short, but fun hen party Eileen and Ellen grabbed a bucket full of treats and leashes and then they took off to see our new puppies, Emmylou Harris and Rita Coolidge before they walked our dogs so I went to Dusty's pen to clean it.

After "poop-proofing" Dusty Springfield's pen I sat down to visit with her and pet her and I got to laughing as I listened to Ellen and Eileen, just two pens down, holding and baby talking to the cute puppy sisters, because yesterday I did the same exact thing, because Rita and Emmylou are so sweet and cuddly. In other words they are so irresistible that you just can't help it.

While things picked up in Randy Travis', Moe Bandy's and Mandy's pen I teased Ellen and Eileen next door and we all had a good laugh when Eileen and Ellen tried to put small harnesses on the playful pups, so they could take them for a little walk. When the little girls were finally leashed up they carried them out of their puppy pen and it was hilarious watching the pups trying to figure out their newfound attachment to Ellen and Eileen as they ran circles around them and kept getting tangled up.

After I cleaned Rocky's and Lucy's pen I went over to the barn to help Ellen and Tony give Bob Dylan a much needed hair cut and a shave, because Bob's coat was really matted. While we visited Tone and I took turns holding Bob still on the grooming table as Ellen inch-by-inch gently freed him from his thick fur.

Forty minutes later Bob was clean cut and ready to quit playing "Beauty Shop" with us, so I took him down to the creek to give him a bath and I wish that someone had shot us with a camera because I lost my balance in the water and fell into the creek! It was actually pretty hilarious, but Bob didn't laugh even when I was sloshing my way back to the rescue ranch.

After I returned Bob Dylan to his pen Rockette sniffed him and then he started rolling wildly in the dirt trying to get the smell of the foo-foo smell of the shampoo off of him. When I walked up to the barn to visit with our friends / volunteers I was soaking wet from the waist down. "Well, Bob got his bath and I am soaking wet from the waist down because I lost my balance and fell into the creek." Everyone started laughing. "After I had shampooed Dylan I got most of the soap off of him, then I went into the shallow water so he could swim in the deep water to make sure all of the soap was gone, but when I stepped on some sand my foot sank about a foot and when I tried to dislodge it I lost my balance and fell halfway into the creek. Somehow I luckily grabbed onto the side of the bridge to keep from going totally under. Bob was great about it when he got loose. He ran up to the road and waited for me to wade out of the water." We all started laughing and then they teased me before taking off for Medina to eat lunch.

This afternoon I was surprised when a package was delivered to me from Williams and Sonoma, that was sent to me by my dear friends Karen and 'Erb! Thank you, Karen and 'Erb! I love the marble rolling pin and scrapper and T. is nervous! We're definitely talking about another "Cousin Nancy Cooking Show On How To Make Homemade Flour Tortillas!" Brought to you by 'Erb & Karen Cares Care Package!

P.S. 8:45 PM This just in:  Rick just called me from Port Aransas to tell me that our good friends, Cleve Hattersley and Sweet Mary of the famous band, Greezy Wheels is playing in Port A. tonight and they are fixin' to leave the lighthouse to go listen to their first set! "Rick, that is great! Please tell Cleve and Mary that I said howdy and for them to come see us!" Rick told me that he would, then he told me that Leisa had just taken her first taste of honey from her bees and it was delicious!

Y'all have a great evening!

I Don't Know!

Today has been good, a little weird, but good. This morning after I walked six miles with Leslie Sansone while Tony was outside doing his chores my big toe started aching for some reason, so I took a look at it.
When I examined it it looked fine and it didn't hurt when I wiggled my toes or when I touched it, so I blew it off.

By the time Tony came inside for lunch I had accomplished much. I was totally caught up with returning phone calls, e-mails and my paperwork. During lunch I told T. about my toe trouble. "My toe doesn't hurt at all, but about every five or six minutes it cramps up and hurts for about two seconds or less. Ouch! It just did it again!" Tony scratched his head and had nothing to say.

After I cleaned up the kitchen we took off for Kerrville to run some errands. Our last stop was at Walmart to get some dog food. As we entered their garden department I saw some pretty blue flowers and stopped to admire them and to see how much they cost. They were twelve dollars and fifty cents, so I started to walk on because I am in a thrift mode right now, due to the wonderful economy that we all are having to enjoy whether we like it or not. "Wait up, Nance!" Tone said.

When I turned around he was carrying the flowers and put them into our cart. "I'm getting these for you." To say the least, I was thrilled! When we entered the store we turned on our cell phones and went off in different directions. Five minutes later as I was about to get some orange juice, a woman about ten feet away from me screamed at the top of her lungs with a jug of milk in her hands and she scared the you know what out of me! Then she muttered some cuss words to herself about always getting shocked when she opens the blasted refrigerated door to get some milk out. Then she looked at me and ran right up to me and loudly said, "I love those flowers! They are so beautiful! What kind of flowers are they?"

Everybody in the dairy and juice department were looking at us and I didn't know what to say, so I turned five shades of red. Then I softly said, "I don't know." Then without asking me, she reached into my cart and pulled out the plant's info stick that was inserted into the dirt! Then she placed it back into the dirt and quickly walked away with her milk, while I speed punched Tony's cell number.

"Hello?"

"Tone, we need to get out of here right now! Weird people are inside Walmart today, because of Mercury being in retrograde. Meet me up front by the magazines! Bye." Two minutes later I was telling Tony all about the weird Walmart shopper as we stood in line to check out. Right after I had told him about the incident a woman rushes over to us from two isles over.

"What kind of flowers are those?" She asked, half-hollering at us. "They are sooooo beautiful!" I shrugged and told her that I didn't know, while T.'s face turned the color of our red barn outside, as he fumbled to find the flower's information stick.

"Lobelia Blue and Osteospermum Yellow," Tony said as he showed the woman the plastic information stick to prove that he was telling her the truth. Then she walked off as fast as she had walked up, and then we checked out and came home without a hitch.

As soon as we came inside the trailer I checked my e-mail. I had twenty-seven new ones. Then I checked PayPal to see how many more books had sold and that made me smile, but when I checked my blog to see if I had any new comments to post, the comment from my dear friend 'Erb made me smile from ear-to-ear. "Erb wrote after reading about my tortilla disaster the other day:

"Nancy...

Karen chastised me tonight when I told her that after reading your blog I sent you a marble rolling pin and a marble pastry board. She said that I should have sent you a silicone rolling pin, since the dough doesn't stick. But the blurb from the Williams Sonoma said the marble keeps the dough cool and is smooth.

Anyhow, they are both on the way and should be there after May 11th (back ordered).

Also, we loved your book. And thanks.

— 'Erb"

Talk about making my day! I can't wait to get them and try to make tortillas again! Thank you, "Erb and Karen! If they turn out okay, I will ship some up to y'all.  Thank you so much! Who knows? Maybe I will do a another "cooking show!"

Here is a picture I took of my new flowers, Lobelia Blue and Osteospermum Yellow:

Y'all have a great evening!

Yikes!

I apologize for not posting blogs for two days, but I had good reasons why I didn't and now I will explain. Monday morning after I had walked six miles with Leslie Sansone and push mowed the front yard and the yard outside it, I helped Tony pick up poop in over half of the dog pens.

While I was picking up the poop in the last dog pen a tan colored Suburban drove past me and stopped near our trailer. When a man got out of the vehicle Tone whistled at him and waved at him to come back up to the barn where we were now standing. The man climbed back into the car and drove up to the barn.

After greeting the man, who looked like he was in his early sixties, I asked him what we could do for him. The man told us that he had adopted two female pups last week and then he got a case of the Shingles. He said that he could no longer take care of the pups because of the pain that he was in and he wanted to know if we could take the pups.

T. and I looked at each other and then we looked inside the man's Suburban and saw two precious, playful little girls that put smiles on our faces. Three minutes later the three of us were standing inside the alley-puppy pen, which is next door to Ruth Buzzi and Chuck's pen. As I played with the cute puppies Tony filled their food dishes full of puppy food and then he filled a large bowl with water.

Tone and I did not like the names that the man had given them, so after he drove away we renamed them. I named the little black one Emmylou Harris and T. named the pretty multi-colored merle Rita Coolidge. They are approximately ten to eleven weeks old, part Catahoula and part Blue Heeler and real happy. And I am sure that they will get adopted really quick. Here are a couple of pictures that I took of them.

After lunch I caught up with some phone calls and paperwork and feeling basically happy until Kinky called me. "....I have some really bad news to tell you, Nance. I just found out that Lee Mannix is dead. He died in a car accident in Austin." There was a moment of silence as tears filled my eyes.

"No, Kinky. I loved Lee. He was a great man. This is horrible news..." Kinky and I talked about Lee and what a great loss it was for the dog world and when Lee came to the rescue ranch years ago for a visit and advice. Lee Mannix is known worldwide as "The Dogfather" for his great behavioral work with problem dogs.

When we got off of the phone I was so depressed about Lee's passing. He was only forty years old. And that is why I didn't post a blog for Monday night because I didn't want to bring y'all down too.

Tuesday morning was somewhat chaotic to say the least, because the plans that we had made for the day all changed, after Tony's and my visit with Kinky over at the Lodge. After I walked six miles with Leslie and push mowed the backyard and T.'s chores were done we went over to the Lodge to visit with Kink.

We talked about the Lee Mannix, the rescue ranch, his plants in the Friedman Family Bone Orchard, his huge herd of Hummingbirds that he is constantly feeding and his sister Marcie's arrival this coming Monday that we are all looking so forward to! Marcie Rocks!

As Buttermilk took us over the river and through the woods we talked about needing to get Layla to the vet so she could be spayed and given all of her shots. Layla is the dog that was tied under a house for over two years until her owner died. I told Tony that I had figured out a way for us to catch Layla inside her dog pen. "Layla has really been turning around. Thanks to our great volunteers. Every night when I give the dogs a treat she runs up to the fence and cannot wait to get hers. When we get home I want you to go inside her and Little Girl's pen and pretend that you are picking up poop. Then I will start handing out treats and I'll bet that I can get her into the little pen inside their pen with some treats. Then close the gate."

When T. was inside their pen acting like he was picking up poop, I quickly fed Blackie &Alfie, Wolf & Cookie and Hank & Nellybelle treats. Then I ignored Layla and went to give treats to Dusty whose pen is nearest the little catch pen in Layla's pen. Layla was barking at me, because she could not wait to get her treats and they went inside the small pen. When I gave them their treats Tony closed the gate behind them!

After we dropped Layla off at Hoegemeyer's Animal Clinic I called Kinky and cancelled our lunch plans with him and Frank, because we had caught Layla and taken off immediately for Kerrville so we could get her vetted. Then we went to Randy & Lisa's Save Inn restaurant for lunch.

As always the Save Inn's parking lot was nearly full, but we were lucky enough to find a parking space and we grabbed their last unoccupied table. Our waitress Angie was great as was our meal. Tone tried their new Shrimp Po Boy sandwich and he loved it and I had their Special and it was delicious too. Before we left the restaurant Randy came in and we had a nice visit with him before we took off and went to Wolfmueller's Books for a fun visit with Sandy and Jon.

This morning when I checked my e-mail my dear friend Cindy Pickard had sent me an exciting note. She wrote that Ostrow & Co. the producer's representatives in Beverly Hills who are representing her and her son, Andy's documentary "MANITOU API~Where The Sun Rises" will be representing them as far as marketing at the upcoming Cannes Film Festival! And I am so happy for her and Andy—their documentary is incredibly great! And I loved what she wrote at the end of her note: "May there very soon be peace on Earth...which is the message of Manitou~API." Good luck Cindy & Andy!

It is now eight o'clock and time for me to finish this blog up, but before I do I must show you the picture that Tony just took of a six to seven foot long racer snake that is in his garden. And he told me that it is still out there! Yikes! Looks like I won't be going out to the garden until late Fall.

P.S. Rest in Peace, Lee. We loved you and you are and were loved by many.

Y'all have a great evening!

Some Good News And Some Sad News!

I have lots to tell. Some good news and some sad news, but not tonight because we have company coming over.

And Y'all Could Drive Me!

This morning when I checked my e-mail I had an exciting note from my dear friend John Kemmerly, who used to work for us. He was the official rescue ranch dog whisperer and our dogs loved him as much as we did. And in the Dedication in my latest book, which is still selling like hot cakes, I wrote:

"In Texas it is often said that you gotta dance with the one who brung you. This book is dedicated to my heroes: Tony Simons, Kinky Friedman, Ben Welch and John Kemmerly for dancing with me at the rescue ranch and never letting me know when I stepped on their boots. I love y'all so much!"

John has started a new business Bluefoot Publishing and it is literally going through the roof! When I went to the cool web site and checked it out, I was thrilled when I read: "Our goal is to find and publish writers of unique voice and talent! Each book will be a collection of poems, stories or travel essays from a variety of writers." I have a few short stories that I would love to get published so I am going to submit them in hopes that they will publish them.

John told me that people from all around the world are already submitting their work and he is in awe by the huge response they are getting. To all of my friends who are great writers I hope that you will check out www.bluefootpublishing.com and submit your stories, essays and poems to possibly be published. Wouldn't that be so cool for all of us to have our work in the same book! Just think, we could all go together to the book signings and y'all could drive me! I love it!

This afternoon Kinky called me to invite me to do two book signings with him in the very near future and they are very close to home! I told him that I would love to do them with him. And I promised him that I would not back out because I can gladly go anywhere within a fifty mile radius. Then I changed the subject and told him about John's new book publishing business. Kinky thought it sounded great and he asked me to tell John that he sends him his best.

This afternoon after reading about how bad most store bought flour tortillas are for you, because of all of the added harmful chemicals and bad ingredients in them, so I went online and found a recipe for homemade flour tortillas using only flour, water, salt, baking powder and olive oil.

I spent over an hour preparing the tortillas. I mixed up the ingredients, kneaded the dough, let it rest under a cloth for fifteen minutes, rolled them into balls and then let them and me rest again. Then I rolled them out to flatten them using one of my pretty cobalt blue drinking glasses, because I don't own a wooden rolling pin. Then I cooked them in a very hot skillet or so I thought.

I guess because I didn't use a rolling pin as instructed, that is the reason why they turned out to be another one of my classic cooking disasters because they were real thick like a pancake and were as hard as a brick. When I asked Tony to try one he winced before he took a bite. "Nance, they aren't fully cooked and they are too small!" T. said as he removed a piece of my wannabe tortilla from his mouth and threw it into the trash. After I re-cooked them he refused to eat one because the tortilla made a snapping noise when he tried to break off a little piece to sample, so I took this picture of them before throwing them out.

At seven-thirty this evening Kinky came over so he could have a picnic on the front porch with our old dogs: Toto, Thunder, Little Girl and Hank. He had cooked them up some chicken livers and our dogs nearly bit his fingers off as he hand fed them. After the fun picnic was over we went into Outer Space and had a very nice visit and talked about Marcie's arrival next Sunday and how much we were looking forward to seeing her.

P.S. As soon as the dates for our book signings are "set in stone" I will post the information.

Y'all have a great evening!

Pretty (Funny) In Pink!

Thursday night at nine o'clock after Tony promised to wake me up at five in the morning, I went to bed, but I didn't sleep well because I tossed and turned all night because I was so stressed out about going to Austin Friday morning.

Tone kept his promise to me and woke me up at five o'clock. When I came into the kitchen to feed the dogs and cat, T. handed me a cup of fresh coffee that he had made and said, "I've already fed everybody."

After thanking him for waking me up early and fixin' the coffee and for feeding the dogs I went and took a shower. When I started to dress in the clothes that I had chosen to wear for my trip up to Austin I hesitated, because I really didn't want to go to Austin because of the terrifying traffic or be gone for over twelve hours away from Tony and the rescue ranch.

When I told T. that I had decided to cancel my trip he told me that he understood, but I could tell that he was a little disappointed, because Kinky had told us that it was a great opportunity for me to sell a lot of  books.

At six-thirty, after having drank two cups of strong coffee I felt exhausted yet relieved about not going to Austin, so I picked up the phone and punched in Kinky's number because he had requested a six-thirty wake-up call. After two unsuccessful attempts to wake Kink, Tony and I jumped into Buttermilk and went over to the Lodge in the dark.

When we arrived all of the lights were out inside the Lodge, but Ben's truck was parked in the parking lot. "Ben's here!" I said as if T. hadn't already noticed his pickup. When we walked inside the dark kitchen I half-hollered, "Kinky! Kinky you need to wake up!" There was silence and Brownie and Chumley didn't come running into the kitchen to greet us. "Kinky!" Tony hollered in his soft voice.

Thirty seconds later Kinky walked into the kitchen half asleep and flipped on the light. "Thank y'all for waking me up," Kinky said as he starting making some coffee.

"Kink, I'm not going to Austin." Kinky plugged in his perculator and then he turned around and looked at me and smiled.

"You're not?" He asked. "That's fine. It is no big deal, Nance. I can sell your books for you..." We visited with Kinky for about five minutes then Buttermilk took us home.

After breakfast Tony went to the Old Timer and I walked six miles with Leslie even though I really didn't want to because I was so tired. Then I called Ronnie to tell him about not coming to Austin as planned. Ronnie laughed when he heard my news and said, "I knew that you would back out," he teased, "you're a No-Show-Nance!" We laughed about it and then we visited for a few more minutes.

A little while later when Tony and Ben were outside doing the morning chores I went outside and push mowed our front yard. Then I jumped on the riding lawn mower and drove down to the front gate and mowed the grass out front of our rescue ranch while Jim, our great dog-walking volunteer walked our dogs.

After lunch while Tony and Ben mowed and weed-eated I went outside to help them.  I push mowed and used the weed eater until three o'clock because it was hot outside and the ranch looked great.

I guess I did all of that yard work because I felt guilty for not going to Austin. Last night I went to bed really early because I was so tired and that is why I did not post a blog.

This morning after walking eight miles Kinky called to tell me that he was on his way back to the ranch and that he had sold a ton of my books for me! I was thrilled!

After lunch with Ben and Tony, Ben took my pink, feathered light-flashing-hat off of the wall in the big room and put it on to make us laugh. While we were laughing T. grabbed my camera and shot Ben twice.

Then Kinky called to tell us that he was back at the ranch and he invited us to come over. "Nance," Ben said, "wear the pink hat." Ben then took it off and I put it on and then Kermit took us over to the Lodge. We laughed all of the way over there.

When we arrived Ben went to check on his dogs, Penny and Valerie aka "The girls from Austin" as Tony and I went into the Lodge. Kinky was busy doing some paperwork when we entered his office. He talked to us for a good three minutes before he ever turned around. When he finally got up from his desk and turned around he burst out laughing when he saw me wearing my pink cowgirl hat, that Eileen Gotke had given to me a week ago Saturday, with its bright lights flashing different colors. When Kinky finally quit laughing at me and the hat Will and Ben walked inside the Lodge and I got the same reaction from Will that I had gotten from Kinky.

Then Tony challenged Will to a game of pool which was not smart because T. was the reigning Pool Champion of Echo Hill. Will beat the Medina Bulldog twice, so Tony, Ben and I returned to the rescue ranch. After I hung my pink hat back up on the wall in the big room we went into Outer Space and had a fun visit and somewhere in our conversation Ben suggested that I wear the pink hat with my pink overalls and pink boots.

Y'all have a great evening!