My lovely, kind-hearted niece, pictured above, brought her little rescue dog, Penny,over to meet me. Penny had been tossed out near a creek by some evil person, apparently in hopes she’d be picked up. Hannah left her food and water, since Penny was too fearful to be approached, baited a trap with wieners, and caught her. She was underweight, starving, and sick when Hannah got her to a vet, but is now recovering. In fact, she is recovering so well, she chased my dog Buzzy out of his food, drank his water, and bossed him around. I think it was good for him to see how a hungry dog eats. After Hannah had Penny home a couple of days, she’s dug out under fences, dominated their bigger dogs, and generally taken over. I think she may have run the place at some old grannie’s house. She shows all the signs of being the spoiled darling the kids pitched out when Granny died. I expect to see her drinking beer, smoking cigarettes, listening to gospel music, and playing video poker next time I go to visit Hannah. Seriously, I don’t know how people who abandon animal can sleep at night. I guess they don’t know about Karma.
Notice the scarecrow man climbing the tree. This is my grandfather, Roscoe Holdaway. He must have been at least seventy years old at the time. The only thing that would have induced him to climb that sapling would have been the dead raccoon he’d just shot hanging on the branch high above his head. Note the rapt attention that coon is getting Continue reading