THERE IS A TIDE...
It is 5:33 a.m. and Patrick is still in bed.
Well, one day left, ah, I hear his tags, here is the little stinky dog, big brown eyes looking up at me, tail wagging, he wants to go out. I hope he enjoys it, it's 34.4 degrees. Excuse me a moment.
OK, I'm back. where were we? It snowed yesterday, horizontally, 35 knot winds, not a nice day. We don't mind the cold, but the wind kills us.
Well, one day left. a defining moment for the Gator Nation. Will the Gators dissapoint as they are wont to do? Or are we on a train bound for Glory?
Every game is a national championship game when you're ranked number two. We have a ruff row to hoe. Let's git er done Gators!
Is a football Championship and a Round-ball championship in the same year possible? Has it been done before? How would you google that?
Hold on, I'm going to get stinky back in before he turns into a dog popcycle. Oh, BTW, have you noticed the new TV commercial for...crap now I've forgotten the product...It will come to me...starts with a "C"...anyway, the dog on it is a shorty Jack Russell and is the spitting image of Patrick, except for brown on his face. There are a ton of Jack's on the tube nowadays....I think it's a diswasher soap. Starts with a "C". I wrote it down somewhere, so I could tell you, now I don't have it. "Cascade", is that it? Something like that. OK, back in a minute.
OK, goofy is back inside and he's had his cookie, so he's good to go for another eight hours or so sleep time.
Harvest Time has arrived. The BIG GREEN MACHINES appeared in the fields a few days ago. Now they will be roaring day and night for the next few days. We are an island in a sea of brown bean fields. .
Patrick is digging his nest in his afghan, now he's curled up into a ball, like a husky in a snowfield. OK , he's in sleep mode now.
Most Big "C" Carnivores sleep in the day time and prowl at night for food. The Nocturnal flesh eating Mammals. Creatures of the Night. Dogs, Cats, Weasels, Bears, Coons. Woves, Tigers, Grizzlies, Jack Russell Terriers. Patrick sleeps day and night, since he doesn't have to hunt for his food, it is thoughtfully provided by his unappreciated roomate, me.
Patrick was rescued by my ex-daughter-in-law, then by my ex-wife, who abandoned him when she left here. So He is a three-time loser, strange, because he is a most excellent and affectionate companion. Smart, too. And obedient. And loyal, and forgiving. I should have a wife as good as him.
Since then, my ex-wife got and got rid of another dog. Her daughters take cats out to the country and set them free.
They all change pets and human lovers whenever it suits them. No committment. Broken promises and lies.
I believe when you take on an animal (or a person for that matter), it's a lifetime committment, period.
My son, and my dogs, will always have a home with me, as long as I have a home.
No matter what.
Ok, enuff of that crap.
About 38 hours to go before the Gators meet the War Eagles in Auburn....
Well, one day left, ah, I hear his tags, here is the little stinky dog, big brown eyes looking up at me, tail wagging, he wants to go out. I hope he enjoys it, it's 34.4 degrees. Excuse me a moment.
OK, I'm back. where were we? It snowed yesterday, horizontally, 35 knot winds, not a nice day. We don't mind the cold, but the wind kills us.
Well, one day left. a defining moment for the Gator Nation. Will the Gators dissapoint as they are wont to do? Or are we on a train bound for Glory?
Every game is a national championship game when you're ranked number two. We have a ruff row to hoe. Let's git er done Gators!
Is a football Championship and a Round-ball championship in the same year possible? Has it been done before? How would you google that?
Hold on, I'm going to get stinky back in before he turns into a dog popcycle. Oh, BTW, have you noticed the new TV commercial for...crap now I've forgotten the product...It will come to me...starts with a "C"...anyway, the dog on it is a shorty Jack Russell and is the spitting image of Patrick, except for brown on his face. There are a ton of Jack's on the tube nowadays....I think it's a diswasher soap. Starts with a "C". I wrote it down somewhere, so I could tell you, now I don't have it. "Cascade", is that it? Something like that. OK, back in a minute.
OK, goofy is back inside and he's had his cookie, so he's good to go for another eight hours or so sleep time.
Harvest Time has arrived. The BIG GREEN MACHINES appeared in the fields a few days ago. Now they will be roaring day and night for the next few days. We are an island in a sea of brown bean fields. .
Patrick is digging his nest in his afghan, now he's curled up into a ball, like a husky in a snowfield. OK , he's in sleep mode now.
Most Big "C" Carnivores sleep in the day time and prowl at night for food. The Nocturnal flesh eating Mammals. Creatures of the Night. Dogs, Cats, Weasels, Bears, Coons. Woves, Tigers, Grizzlies, Jack Russell Terriers. Patrick sleeps day and night, since he doesn't have to hunt for his food, it is thoughtfully provided by his unappreciated roomate, me.
Patrick was rescued by my ex-daughter-in-law, then by my ex-wife, who abandoned him when she left here. So He is a three-time loser, strange, because he is a most excellent and affectionate companion. Smart, too. And obedient. And loyal, and forgiving. I should have a wife as good as him.
Since then, my ex-wife got and got rid of another dog. Her daughters take cats out to the country and set them free.
They all change pets and human lovers whenever it suits them. No committment. Broken promises and lies.
I believe when you take on an animal (or a person for that matter), it's a lifetime committment, period.
My son, and my dogs, will always have a home with me, as long as I have a home.
No matter what.
Ok, enuff of that crap.
About 38 hours to go before the Gators meet the War Eagles in Auburn....
GO GATORS BEAT AUBURN
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