I got this thing about food. Any food, but my favorite is whatever Mom and Dad have on the table. So I do this deal where I stare at their plates of bootiful smelly food, while I’m sitting next to Dad just under the the table. You know just to keep an eye on it, in case any falls to the floor, and I hear those magic words, “Cleanup, Wayman!”. Anyhoo, Dad looks over at me and says that he thinks I’m looking through the table at his plate of whatever. So I think, of course I’m looking through the table, doesn’t everyone when they want to see what Dad is eating and not giving me any?
“Why, I believe that dog is looking right through the table.”, says Dad. Mom says “I warned you about Catahoulas.” This is the way it goes everytime, but I don’t see what the dang deal is. I can see what I need to see. And that is food! Sometimes I wonder why I hang around. Oh yeah, I love these guys. Somebody has to take care of them. They can’t even see through a thick fog… Ha!
My folks are always telling me that I have to pass on all the hugs and kisses they give me, to all those who have suffered, or passed over the Rainbow Bridge. I love hugs, and whenever there’s any around, I go after ’em. They make me wiggle all over. When I nap (with one eye open in case there’s a food op), I visit with all the dogs (ok, ok, and cats) that don’t get hugs, and I pass ’em on to them.
Whenever we see a sad dog, or my hoomans hear a sad story about suffering or cruelty, they always tell me, “More hugs for Wayman. Be sure to pass them on to all the other dogs (and cats) when you take a nap!” … and so I do. You should, too. W00f.
Carpe Canis, Serva Mundi
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obstinate • \AHB-stuh-nut\ • adjective
*1: perversely adhering to an opinion, purpose, or course in spite of reason, arguments, or persuasion
2: not easily subdued, remedied, or removed
3: Wayman Wynn Catahoula Dog
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My hooman has a new blog, in which he talks (he talks a lot) about some funny sounding stuff. It’s kind of interesting, but since it’s not related to lunch, I don’t listen much. You might like it, though.
See Green Hills of Earth.
Here’s a couple of doggy blogs for brown dogs with attitude. Got some great links to important news about us underdogs out there.
The Chocolate Dog Blog ~ Bosco Dog Blog
Check out my Bloglist for more DogBlogs – WW
It’s our loss that ole Skidboot has passed on over the Rainbow Bridge. My Aunt Martha Jane (Calamity Jane) was a Blue Heeler, and while was not as flashy as Skidboot, she was very special. Skidboot asked to be put down a little bit ago, and while we don’t have him in person, it is a joy to have all the pictures and video of him and his wrangler, David Hartwig. The wonderful watercolor shown here can be seen at Watercolor Pet Portraits.Please visit SkidBoot.com and find out about this wonderful friend. And go hug your own dog buddies, so they can pass the hugs on to those who have passed over!
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Howdy from Marathon, Texas! Marathon is a mostly quiet small town in SouthWestern Texas, just north of Big Bend National Park.
The Marathon Museum is located in the historic “Club House”, originally the site of the First Schoolhouse in Buchel-Brewster County. The Marathon Museum Society maintains the Museum, the old Buchel County Jail House, and is caretaker for collections of family and area history.
To heck with tourism. Here are the latest blogs from dogs…
My Pop says I’m a magic dog. (huh?) I’m a Catahoula Cow Dog, and we have a very opinionated view of the Way Things Are. Got a Pet or a Peeve? Let me know about it, and we’ll see who barks, and what bites … EMail