Finally, I am back!

Sorry friends I have be remiss this past week posting new blogs.  It was just that I had a total meltdown after the elections.  For some reason I was exhausted. On Friday last, Barney & Max came for the weekend.  Sleeping arrangements didn’t work out very well this time.  For whatever reason, they became restless around 4:00 am.  I was unsuccessful getting them to return to bed.  Therefore, Saturday was a robotic day – just going through the motions.  Saturday night, fall back to standard time, sleeping was no better.  Same type of routine.  Fortunately last night my current wife took Barney & Max to the spare bedroom and slept with them, leaving me with Kinnick.  Kinnick is not a problem from a sleeping standpoint.

Yesterday, the dogs broke out of the back yard.  A sort of jail break I guess.  I happened to see the whole thing.  A foo foo black poodle from across the street stood taunting outside my temporary fence.  Kinnick spied the interloper and off he goes with Barney and Max close behind.  It took Kinnick all of 30 seconds to shred the fence, opening a gapping hole.  I was in pursuit, if you can call the slow motion jog of an old fart pursuit, immediately.  Kinnick veered off to the left behind the next door neighbors house, Max chased the black poodle toward the street between the houses, and Barney stayed behind.  Barney had learned his lesson a couple of years ago and when he almost got lost.  Max fortunately finally obeyed my frantic commands and flaying arms and returned.  Actually, I think he looked around to see that he was all alone in this chase.  That is not a situation Max likes.  He is pure chicken in these situations.  Kinnick likewise returned to the confines of our yard.  Max and Kinnick had a sit down timeout as I proceeded to lecture them on the errors of their ways.  I patched up the temporary fence and all settled down.  I don’t know how effective the lecture was but it made me feel better. Boy, that was a good time.

I had originally intended on writing about immortality and reincarnation and so forth but just can get into the flow.  A good friend of ours passed away a couple of days ago.  It wasn’t unexpected but there is still a shock factor.  It reminded me of man’s mortality again.  We all need to find a quiet time to reflect on those things that truly matter.  In the hustle bustle of our lives, we tend to focus only on the superficial immediate daily needs.

Of course, Grandpa Bailey’s Spoiled Dog Kennel and Canasta Club will be closed for a couple of days in remembrance of our friend.  French Roast is gone for the day and so am I.  TA!