THE LOST DOGS OF LANGSTON.

THE LOST DOGS OF LANGSTON (and here I might add that these posts are somewhat out of order since I'm tryin' to back up some stuff here because stupid Microsoft Word isn't working on my computer for some reason.)

Entry 10.

Oh law nobody’s gonna wanna read about a buncha dawgs when we have a Alabama bigwig havin’ a AFFAIR. THAT’S gon’ get ALL the attention! Good timing! We had almost already got all our shots and we was just twiddling our thumbs, just a-waiting to get back into the second-hand stores! We was!!! And now we got us some good entertainment while we wait! I thank you, Multiverse, for your ever-present help. Your glittering displays of human folly just never cease to amaze and delight me. I feel sad for their pain...no one likes to admit they’re not happy in their marriage...but the institution of marriage as a whole needs to be completely renovated. There are just a lotta cracks in the foundation, if you will.

We just can’t have any such thing as a second-class citizen anymore. We just can’t, if we expect to go forward with the great human manifestation of destiny.

Well okay there’s my pedagogical bullshit for the morning. But there might be a tiny grain of truth in it. Don’t throw the diamonds out with the dishwater.

Now. Back to my dog stories and animal stories and stuff.

(I really also have a lot to say about some ‘the people here but I don’t know how legal or non-legal that is so I’ll refrain for now. If you wanna know those stories you have to get them off the record. But I will say it’s been an interesting awakening. It surely has.)

I do have a neighbor who lets her dogs run around which is one reason I haven’t been over and one of her dogs got hit at the Quik Stop which is just next door and down from my house. People with boats are always going by and beeping their truck horns at the proprietors who are super sweet people but I do not know them well because I don’t go in the store much due to not wanting to run into someone I don’t care to run into. Care used correctly in that sentence; Jackson County people say “I don’t care to do it” meaning “it’s all the same to me either way” but that is NOT CORRECT. Saying “I don’t care to do it” means you don’t WANT to do it. I wish they would figure that out. It would save a lot of trouble if people knew their own damn language. I’m still workin’ on learning mine; why can’t they do the same? Oh well I expect a lot outta people and that’s due in part to those crazy self-help books that say you get what you expect. It’s s’posed to work and once I plugged it in there it just never came out.

So yes. I expect a lot outta people. You should expect more outta yourself. That doesn’t mean don’t rest when you are tired. Doesn’t mean that at all.

Well me and two friends were having Mexican food and tequila one day way pre-pandemic out here, in the hippie shed, and suddenly I heard a scream and I knew what it was about. I went running towards the direction of the scream which was coming from the Kwik Stop and my friends followed. I was in my jams as I have been for most of my retirement so far, even to Scottsboro to eat pizza once, and the lady screaming was kneeling over a large dead pit bull dog and wailing and screaming, “DIXIE!!!!” among other things. She was screaming at a guy who had just hit the dog with his truck, supposedly. I reached over to pat her shoulder and said, “She’ll watch over you from heaven,” and I meant it, too. When I say Bless your heart I really do mean it. I’m not tryin’ to be condescending with any of that. So I look at my friends and we slowly back away from the woman in her grief.

The next day it rains and I see her husband out in the yard digging a grave for the dog. It seems like a scene out of Steinbeck. Sad, gray, lamentable and hardscrabble. I don’t know if it’s that way; it just SEEMS that way.

Not the best time, I judged, to go running over with a bottle of Prosecco and introduce myself. So I refrained.

Bless their hearts. For real. Later she told another friend of mine who was visiting here that she had just run over her chihuahua. I can’t speak to that one way or the other because someone in my family ran over our puppy when we were kids. There were no leash laws then. Our dog just ran around the neighborhood to her liking and most people liked her, except the flossy lady who complained that our dog was digging up her flowers.

If she was so damn flossy, why didn’t she build a fence.