Saw this computer on and thought I'd take a stab at writing something. No one knows I type, read and am computer literate. My prior life I've been able to keep relatively under wraps. All I can reveal is there really is a reason why I have been assigned, I mean, why I'm living with Army Boy. Sexy Lady is collateral.
I've been banished inside because of that mower thingie. It is so loud and I don't at all like it so close to my Uncle Cowboy. I attack it and try to eat it. Cowboy kept yelling me at me, which got me more fired up and motivated. He seemed mad. I don't get it since I was only protecting him. However, I do like running all over the lawn after that thingie has moved all over it. He'll be in soon and I'll be back to running around in the yard.
Speaking of grass (another possible reference to a past life), I am making an awesome trail in Cowboy's yard. My path goes from one gate to the other gate. It is kind of fun running back and forth, barking at anything and everything. I stick my nose out as far as I can and try to push the gates.
Last Sunday I got out. I paused for a moment and thought about going north, but the southern route looked up hill. Since I was up for the challenge I took that route. It was a good 10 minutes of running through multiple yards before my absence was discovered. I likely could have scurried about more if it wasn't for that guy in that truck honking nonstop and those little Caucasion kids cornering me. The Asian kids across the street just ignored me and kept playing basketball.
Once Cowboy got me, he seemed all frazzled as he carried me home. I played dutiful. It's the role I must do for this gig. It includes many more treats than some of my other jobs. I likely am telling too much. My mouth gets me in trouble sometimes.
He was gone earlier today. Not sure doing what, but geez he stunk like cat when he came home. I saw on the table some forms. Something like "application ... adoption ... pets in your household ...." I didn't really understand all of it. In my world, one just runs until you get your next assignment, um, home.
For being a cowboy, he sure had a hard time trying to find something to wear last night. He went to a benefit event for the Kansas City Free Health Clinic
. The theme was western. He was "trying" to look all cowboy. He told me "when you're naturally a cowboy, it's harder to dress up to be a pretend cowboy." Whatever.
He reported that many of the attendees likely were not Oklahoma 4-H'ers in their youth since they had no idea how to Cotton Eyed Joe
or could barely even do the bus stop. He said to not even ask about the attempt to "Electric Slide."
I'll add a pic of me I found on Cowboy's cell phone. Until we meet again ....