I awake early a.m. Sunday morn. So wide awake, I'll never go back to sleep. Up and at 'em at 3 am. I'll take a ride when no ones out and about, just like me and my favorite side kick used to. I'll enjoy the ride for both of us, she still resides in my heart. I'm outside preparing to go, waiting on a low thirty degree morning dew to clear from my van's windows. When behold in my sight, a black dog appears, jumping in my van. It's Sunny my next door neighbor's dog, ready for a ride in the heart of the night! Wow, imagine my surprise, while I was glancing up at the stars, low and behold sunshine appears! I must tell you about Sunny. She is an eight year old all american breed. Heinz 57, I believe there sometimes called. This one is Heinz 3, as the story is told. Her Daddy was a Blue Heeler, as is suspectingly known. Her mother is part Chow and Lab. The mixture of Lab and Blue Heeler should make a wonderfully smart dog. Yet that bit of Chow I surely do question! She weighs in at about 70 pounds, mostly black with what is called blue merle scattered throughout her coat.
She's the next door neighbor's dog, but visit's when I'm out and about. Brains do not seem too plentiful, but has a good heart. I tease her and call her Goofy, which seems a more likely fit. She doesn't matter as long as you talk to her. Is she volunteering to be my new side kick on Sunday morn? Perhaps my Punkster has veered her this way, one can surmise. I'll see how this goes a, trial and error ride into the night. We ride over to my favorite convenient store, for a diet drink, and cashews for me. I grab a slim jim jerky treat, for my replacement fallen comrade, on this most unusual night. I always grab one for my adventurous, one riding shotgun, looking for big foot once more, it seems, this night. Haven't looked for big foot in nye onto six months, since the passing of my old partner, of many a nights. We'll see how it goes. Out to the van Sunny senses food, I have no doubt! Not too many creatures like us out, at this time of the night. Sunny eats her slim jim, then sets sight on my cashews, I think damn girl, how do you know the routine? We ride about and I visited Wally's World, she sleeps soundly as if, it was her own personal van, this chilly night. We venture into the country, deer, raccoons a plenty! All goes well, and most assuredly will happen again. I made her promise to keep this our little secret, as we shook hand to paw, sealing the pact, ahhh!!!
DIET UPDATE, for all to see. Going good, although early spring has sprung, much misery as in tears, sneezing and misery. Man oh man! It be like, the flu, allergies, straight from the Devil himself! Aches and pains, the likes of which this old man has never seen! About two weeks of misery!!! I live through it, with my diet intact, thank God for that! I have been more creative, in what I can devour! I was going to write, what I can eat, but devour seems more appropro. (Damn is that even a word, I hope so, because I like it, and am leaving it in!!!) Through the pain and misery I continue to work. Damn, I be tired and achy, must get my rest. Through the pain of an old body, comes the dreams of absolute magnificance. The likes of which, I have never known, believe me when I tell you, I have always been a dreamer! I awaken within a dream, my body still frozen from the deep sleep. The whole story line plays out in my head, breathtakingly beautiful I must say! I will attempt to write it, but will not be easy recapturing the mood that filled me, so, so out of sight! I'll call it, New Land. I told the basis of of the story, to a friend. He told me "you ought to make it, into a book!" Yeah right! I do intend to make it a short story, one never knows, what may happen. I can dream about it, if only in my dreams! HAHAHA!
HOPEFULLY IT BE, ONLY CLEAR SKIES AHEAD. I HOPE I HAVE WEATHERED THE STORM AND HOPE THE WIND REMAINS CALM FOR A SPELL. THE CHALLENGES OF THE LAST TWO WEEKS, HAVE WORN ME TO A FRAZZLE. DON'T FROWN FOR ME THOUGH, BECAUSE IT BALENCES THE SCALES, MAKES ONE SEE THE IMPORTANCE OF THINGS, THAT HAS NEVER BEEN CLEAR BEFORE! THINGS HAPPEN FOR A REASON DON'T THEY? WE CANNOT SEE THAT, IF ALL IS BEAUTIFUL, CLEAR SKIES. WE MUST HAVE BALENCE, TO KEEP PERSPECTIVE. I HOPE TO KEEP BALENCE FOR AWHILE. IF NOT THE ACHES, PAINS, DARKNESS OF LIFE WILL REMIND ME OF THAT, I CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON! GLEN