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If you do not know me (I mean, really know me) then there is something you need to understand before you read this blog: I value the truth above everything else... except a good laugh. A good laugh will almost always beat the truth as far as I’m concerned. Everything you read on this blog will be true, somewhat true, or something I made up in an effort to get a laugh. Sometimes I will go on a rant that I don’t really mean (or only kind of mean). Sometimes I will mean what I write only to completely change my mind a year, month, or day later. Such is life. By reading this blog you agree not to get offended by anything I write (or, at the very least, you agree not to tell me or anyone else that you are offended). It is worth noting that my employer does not endorse my blog (or even read it, to tell you the truth). The Wife also does not endorse my blog (though she will read it from time to time). I am not paid to write this... it’s just my way of giving back to the community. I have, and will, touch on a wide range of subjects and will give my opinion on these subjects. Again, most of what I say is for laughs but every now and then I will say what I really think and feel (see my views on Westboro Baptist Cult). How will you know when I’m serious and when I’m trying to get a laugh? You’ll know. And if you don’t know, well... maybe this isn’t the best thing for you to be reading. So, sit back, read and enjoy. Leave comments if you want and don’t be afraid to publicly follow me.



Friday, March 26, 2010

Good Dogs, Bad Dog(s)

As you know, I love dogs. All kinds of dogs. For the most part, dogs love me. I’ve only met two dogs that don’t love me. One belongs to The Mother-In-Law, so I’m guessing she’s just taking after her owner. The other belongs to the Zobel family (I have been told she doesn’t like any men… but for all I know she is also just taking after her owner… nah, she probably just doesn’t like men). Anyway, only one dog has tested my love for dogs. That dog, of course, is Donkey (if you don’t know who this is, just ask). It’s not so much that Donkey is bad (though he is), it’s more that he’s bad and he is freakin’ huge. I swear, this must be how my parents felt when I came along. Switch the gender of Lucy and Maverick and looking at my dogs would probably be like looking at my family when I was growing up. My brother (in this example a male version of Lucy) was the quiet “perfect” child. My sister (female Maverick) was sweet and always kissing up… I mean, trying to please my parents. Life, I’m sure, was good. Then this huge freakin’ idiot comes around and while he does things to make you laugh, he also doesn’t listen. Although, knowing my Dad like I do, I have to think if I was half as bad as Donkey, we would have had some kind of “boating accident” or “hunting accident” and I would have gone bye bye.

The funny thing in all of this, is if you ask The Wife she will tell you that Scooby (that what she calls him) isn’t bad. He just has a lot of energy that he wouldn’t have if I would take him for a walk. Amazing how it comes back to being my fault! Anyway, The Wife will tell you that LUCY is the bad dog! Lucy! My Princess! The one who loves me above all others in that house. I’m telling you, friends, I am getting a taste of how it is going to be when the girls become teenagers. I can’t even get into the door before I hear The Wife yelling about how Lucy is bad and then telling me everything she is blaming Lucy for (I say it that way because there is never any proof pinning these crimes on Lucy). Meanwhile, Lucy stands there and looks at me like The Wife has been scaring her to death. You have to understand, Lucy was abused as a puppy so the last thing she ever wants is to disappoint us. I can remember when we lived in the apartment... I came home and simply asked Lucy if she had done something bad and she rolled over and wet herself. So I know that she can’t be doing the things that The Wife is yelling at her for. I feel bad for her (Lucy). She is so scared that she stays outside most nights until I am home to protect her. If she’s not hiding outside, she will hide in bed with Mary Ruth because that is the only place she feels safe. Meanwhile, Donkey is like a bull in a china shop breaking things, eating things, running into children… but he just has too much energy… and it’s my fault. Explain that.



Chase Towne Update: Nothing new to report. Keep praying for Chase and his family.

Cleveland Cavs Update: My Cavs have clinched the Central Division and are far and away the best team in the NBA this season with a record of 57-15. Their next game is tonight at San Antonio.

James Island Trojans Update: James Island is back on the field tonight at Goose Creek. I am reminded of a story from when my brother played. One night they were playing Goose Creek and (long story short) they got in a fight. A big fight. A real big fight. Word is fathers had to come out of the stands to pull sons off of one another. I regret I was never able to be in a fight like this when I played. I feel it’s the only thing that is missing from my sports resume. I came close one night when we were playing a team from New Jersey in the HIT Tournament. The game was at James Island and by about the 4th or 5th inning police had to be called. By the end of the game, there were a lot policemen there. The fans were about to fight, the players were about to fight… oh what might have been. But the stupid yankees were too scared to throw the first punch (and as true Southern Gentlemen, we would never start a fight). We won the game. I don’t know if we would have won the fight… but I would have liked to have found out. Of course, when the tournament was over they had to go back to New Jersey… so I we got the last laugh.

Winthrop Eagles Update: The Eagles begin Big South play tonight at 6:00 when they host the High Point Panthers.

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