You Ain't Right Club

[highdesertranger]

I forgot on my last post. thanks for the pic Cammalu or should I say Monkey Foot. highdesertranger

 

[B and C]

That looks a lot like the one my grandfather had minus the wings of course and not near as purdy. It was pulled by two horses.

 

[RoamerRV428]

I never went beyond the flute. Too much like work to me. I always marvel at those who are super talented and can do it all. Won't ever be me but I had my shining glory moment making music long long time ago.

The crap flies all around me, never need a flying manure spreader to make that happen LOL

 

[highdesertranger]

yeah but with a flying manure spreader you can spread BS far and wide. whereas without one you can only spread it in your general area.

besides you don't actually get a manure spreader you just get the award which means you have spread BS far and wide. according to your last line it seems you qualify. highdesertranger

 

[travelaround]

One of our members is in trouble - please read:

Road Accident With Dog
https://vanlivingforum.com/showthread.php?tid=34060

 

[Txjaybird]

:idea: I think whatever "Powers That Be" or software or whatever it was that determined/decided that we don't need a "THANK YOU" button here for posts on the forum should never be allowed to become a member of Y A R K.

    As a punishment.

JewellAnn

 

[Cammalu]

Thanks Jewellen! I agree!!!

 

[RoamerRV428]

HDR so your whole need for a flying spreader is to cover as big of an area as possible with your crap? OK, I sure see that Throw the BS small or cast a huge circle around….I opt for wiiiiings Cool

 

[rvpopeye]

TJB

PM or email should cover thank you's nicely....

 

[rvpopeye]

And now , back to our regularly scheduled PROGRAM PROGRAm PROGRam PROGram PROgram...........................................................

 

[RoamerRV428]

what the heck is the regular scheduled program on this thread?

 

[rvpopeye]

The first year here , there are 1600 posts , the last 7 months 90 . So , this venue has gotten kinda reverberant.......

 

[LivGolden]

And now , back to our regularly scheduled PROGRAM PROGRAm PROGRam PROGram PROgram...........................................................

Dear Mr. Popeye,

I've gotten pretty obsessed with these wonderful declarations and badges. I don't usually tell this Story because of possible implications.
I'm feeling excited and would like to have another badge if I might earn it, of course. Here's my Story:


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I was driving North when I saw Hondo wandering the streets of, oh, let's say 'El Paso'. The proof someone once cared for Hondo - an orange vest and a collar around his neck. No address, though.

I wondered if maybe a truck driver had lost Hondo. Perhaps they had become separated. I was in a terrific hurry to get to Utah but I did still take some time to ask around at a nearby truck stop if anyone knew who Hondo might belong to. I explained how I'd found Hondo down by the Courthouse. Sad to say, no one knew Hondo. I called a couple of places to ask if there was a no-kill Shelter in the area. There wasn't.

I worried  fellas like Hondo didn't stand much chance at a shelter and so I just couldn't leave him behind. I was headed to Utah and so I decided to take Hondo with me. I had decided Hondo was in need of a departure. And a bath. Or two. BTW, bloodhounds are hard to bathe. Especially around the ears...

There was a bit of a struggle, initially, but once Hondo got use to the idea, he settled comfortably into the back seat of my car and we headed North. We camped a couple of nights but we also stayed at a couple of motels where after a bit of a struggle more, Hondo seem to tolerate the showers I gave him.

I would eventually leave Hondo in Utah with a woman I met at Zion. I told the woman I'd given Hondo a ride fully realizing I couldn't keep him. After a promised visit to the Park, I was taking Hondo to a Rescue in nearby Kanab. The woman said that she'd be glad to take him. She told me how not long ago, she'd had a dog. And they had a family; were a family. 

The woman described how she'd been wandering around the Country like a "hobo in a Subaru", following the Rivers, working as a Raft Guide.

She said her journey ended when after a particularly difficult paddle she had to have surgery on her shoulder. After the operation put her out of work, the woman started slowly getting back into life by volunteering at the Kanab Animal Rescue. She has found happiness. She was confident Hondo would find happiness there, too.

That evening I attended a Fiddle Drumming event at a nearby Senior Center. Six women sat around a wood stove drumming fiddles and reminding the world they were not alone. And that they had no idea how to play fiddles.

I drank warm cider and wondered if I would die that night - suddenly. I would not.

The next day I traveled to Springdale. While there, I rode in the sidecar of a turquoise blue 1966 Harley while holding a near-blind, 11 year old beagle named Sweet Mitch. 

I'd met Sweet Mitch and his mom as I ordered coffee at a local cafe. The tables were full inside and so I took my breakfast burrito outside to a table out on the sidewalk. I asked to sit with a woman and her dog. The woman signaled an 'ok' with her coffee mug. I tried to start a conversation with her but she was off somewhere - thinking. So I started a conversation with her dog.

Sweet Mitch had one almost-clear eye and he responded to me with deep moans and a slight tail wag. That seemed to make the woman a bit more amenable to a chat.

"We always think there is more time, you know.", said Sweet Mitch's mom.

"When your autumn's come, there is no proper way to behave, is there." It wasn't a question. Mitch's mom was speaking from experience.

My heart was full knowing how I had saved Hondo. How because of me Hondo would find happiness.

I just loved everyone right then: Hondo; the woman who took Hondo to Kanab; Sweet Mitch and his mom. Everyone. 

I was hugging Sweet Mitch when my phone rang. It was the Kanab Rescue woman. Seems Honda had a chip and the wonderful folks at Kanab were able to find Hondo's owner. 

"Oh, my Goodness. I'm so happy. Where are they? Who is the owner."

"Well, Liv, that's the thing. You just stole the Sheriff's dog. He's on his way up here to pick, er, a Hondo up, now. The sheriff would like to know where you are."

" Somewhere in Canada.", I replied. 

Sweet Mitch was wagging his tale. I believe, to this day, that Sweet Mitch might have gone to Canada with me - If I had insisted...!




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Dear Mr. Popeye, do you think I could get a 'dog-saving' badge for this. 'Tis  a true story though I do hesitate to ask anyone to back it up for me.

And BTW, thanks for the manure spreader! 

Sincerely,

Liv

 

[travelaround]

Reminds me of the time I let a purebred golden Cocker Spaniel into my home so it wouldn't be hit by a car or stolen by someone with selfish intent, as I looked for the owner. When he finally showed up, he was furious at me. I was just trying to keep the dog safe. Oh well...

 

[LivGolden]

I never knew if the Sheriff was mad at me or not. I also never drove back through Deming...er, I mean 'El Paso'...

 

[Dennis]

I never knew if the Sheriff was mad at me or not. I also never drove back through Deming...er, I mean 'El Paso'...

Peeps that ain't right are sometimes just barely one step ahead of the law....

 

[QinReno]

Well Liv, that's the "second" time you've run into those 6 sweet ladies with cider ... and survived. Good for you, that you're not a man, like that other guy the 6 ladies favored with their brew.

BTW, I found found a picture of Mitch's mom. "When your autumn's come, there is no proper way to behave, is there."

 

[LivGolden]

Well Liv, that's the "second" time you've run into those 6 sweet ladies with cider ... and survived. Good for you, that you're not a man, like that other guy the 6 ladies favored with their brew.

BTW, I found found a picture of Mitch's mom. "When your autumn's come, there is no proper way to behave, is there."

Same trip, Q. I never did find out what happen to that fiddle drummer man. I'm not likely to travel back through that way. Come to think of it, I don't usually visit the same place twice - with the exception of Terlingua. I am not at all an oddity in Terlingua, for reasons which can only be experienced, not explained.

That lady you found, replace her cloche hat with an Airframe Pro helmet and she could easily be Sweet Mitch's mom.

Do you know her, Q?

As always,

Liv

 

[QinReno]

Do you know her, Q?

As always,

Liv

Good to hear "as always". Good spirits. 

And that woman in the picture is far too wild for a poor sweet little nerdly guy like me. I can only dream. She'd eat me alive, and only have half a meal in the process. You can see it in her eyes.

 

[LivGolden]

I think you're being modest, Q. That woman looks nice. Then, again, those six ladies in Utah, they looked nice, too. And, as far as I am aware, they never found that man I told you about. I'm just lucky to be alive...

Dennis - Keen observation. The irony is my late-husband was a career police officer. Yea!