A Man and His Dog
I had a couple of dogs as I was growing up. There was Jake and Butch. I’ve got memories and stories about both of them.
I’ve had several dogs as an adult and their names were Sam. I don’t know why but then I’ve had several wives and they all had the same name too, Plaintiff.
Sam like every Sam was a retriever and he retrieved. Every stick he could find he bought back in the yard. He even bought back tree limbs.
Sam really had a way of angering my wife, Plaintiff. After she would hang clothes on the line he would bring them back to the kitchen door still wet.
It had to have been during oyster season because the corn had been cut and I was drinking Jack Daniels. To my relief I was the first one home that day.
I went inside and started a pot of coffee. When Plaintiff got home I could tell by her look that she expected something. Since I was sitting down watching the news and drinking a cup of coffee she let go of her suspicions and started dinner.
As dinner was cooking she came in a watched the TV with me. While we were sitting there I started thinking about that bottle of Jack Daniels out in the truck. When she checked on dinner I sneaked out the door, got that bottle of Jack Daniels, came back in the house and put it in the wastebasket beside my chair.
Plaintiff came back in the room and didn’t suspect anything. Every time she would get up to check on dinner I would take a drink of that Jack Daniels. One time she even bought me back a cup another cup of coffee. Well after a while that bottle was empty and now I’m thinking what am I going to do with this bottle. I can’t leave it in the wastebasket because she’ll see it when she empties it and I’ll be caught.
Well the next time Plaintiff left the room I got that Jack Daniels bottle and went to the door. I wrapped my hand around the neck of that bottle, slide the door back, and heaved that bottle just as hard as I could out in the cutover cornfield.
Plaintiff came back in and sat down. Everything was cool and I knew I was home free and clear until I look out the door and there stands Sam with a Jack Daniels bottle in his mouth.
MAN’S BEST FRIEND!
good tale, bro!
Comment by Brother Brick — April 8, 2007 @ 7:59 am
I’m beginning to wonder if you DO have someone write your website! “A Man and His Dog” just gave me a lot of laughs………BTW Happy Easter. If you are really writing this stuff………you have missed your calling………..there has to be a BOOK in you somewhere!!! The stuff about “plaintiff” is just too funny. Either that or you must be doing standup out in the Northern Neck. My husband and I have moved out to Round Hill, VA……..thinking my aging parents were imminently going to move in with us……….now we’re rattling around in a 10,000 sq. ft. house alone………and doesn’t look like aging parents are coming. There’s good news and bad news there! Oh well…………..I don’t know if we’ll ever get to the Northern Neck…….but I feel like I’d like it………if the people there are anything like you. Have a great spring! Noreen Mercer
Comment by Noreen Mercer — April 8, 2007 @ 6:10 pm
Hey Ken!
Just read your site, LOVED the blogging! LOL You have a beautiful site, tastefully done and really well written and outlined! The pictures speak for themselves and come through clearly.
I’m STILL lmao @ your wives, all called Plaintiff! I’m sure the guys will get a kick out of that but I don’t know about the women! LOL
Congratulations on a site well done! Here’s wishing you the best!
Barbara
Comment by Babara — April 19, 2007 @ 6:07 am