Tuesdays With Tag - Hit The Road, Jack...

Hi, Everybody!

Well, I had to start my day by kickin' a little butt around this joint.

FIRST, 'cuz Mom...ahem...neglected to put up my post for today.

SECOND, 'cuz I was awakened from a perfectly great sleep this mornin'.

There was some fool dog outside, barkin' his skull off. I had to investigate.

When I looked out the front door of our house, I could see this dufus,

over on the other side of my driveway. He was lookin' up, and barkin'.

"What the heck, man? Dontcha know people are tryin' to get their beauty 

sleep around here? Ya got a permit for that racket your makin? sheesh!"

I put on my "lifeline" and headed out to investigate further.

 He was obviously barkin' at somethin' up one of my trees.

Stoopid Jack Russell. 

He's a mix who lives down the street from me, and his people don't keep 

him safe at all. He's always runnin' loose around the neighborhood.

(Guess I should really say, "Stoopid owners", right?)

I got down my driveway and looked into the marshy, wet stuff on that side of

our yard, and there he was. Up to his hoo-ha in water and tall grass, barkin'.

He didn't hardly even stop to look over at me. He was pretty focused.

 

Guess he was a man on a mission, ya know?

Mom walked around on the driveway until she could get a (sorta) decent shot

of what that fool hound was barkin' at, and there it was...big as you please...

a racoon.

Now, Mom and I know somethin' that apparently, neither the Jack Russell

nor the raccoon know yet. That raccoon could seriously kick that dog's butt!

Lucky for them, they're both in the dark about that little tidbit of information.

Anyway, "Jack" wasn't too pleased with his audience, and we weren't too pleased

with the racket, so without us sayin' a single word, he decided to turn tail and

vamoose! That's fine with us. We'd like to eat our breakfast in peace, after all.

I guess it's just another excitin' day in Paradise, ya know? 

Sorry that this adventure arrived a little late today. I'm gonna have to

bonk Mom on the head on Monday nights from now on. Don't worry.

I'll be gentle. She's the one who feeds me after all. (Well, dinner anyway. 

She's usually still snorin' when Dad gives me my breakfast! hee hee 

Don't tell. I don't wanna get in trouble for spillin' family secrets.)

You've GOT to be kiddin' me. That mutt is back in my yard again!

I can hear him barkin' from our livin' room. I'd better get back out

there and make sure he goes home now. This is gettin' ridiculous.

After all, Rocky (I just named the raccoon), probably wants to go
to bed after a night of raidin' our garbage cans. He can't do that while
 Knucklehead is keepin' him up that tree! Time to send the dog packin'.

I gotta run. Work to do before I can take my "after-breakfast" nap.
 I'll be back next week. 'til then...

"Bark Like Ya Mean It!"

(I know I will!)