A Few Prayers for Texas Cowboy!!

The Horse's Mouth | 08-Apr-05 | Tom Eaker

[Eaker]

Prayers for TexasCowboy!

TexasCowboy has been using his hip injury as an excuse to prevent his friends from shooting his new riot gun.

Well some of us offered to take a look at it for him and he decided both a proffesional and sober opinion might make more sense.

So he found a coupon and now he is going to let some old saw-bones cut on him.

Probably a better idea than letting us do it, but a few folks feelings are still hurt!

Please all say a prayer for our Cowboy that he is back in the saddle again real soon.

[El Gato]

Ahem....the LadyX refers you to her Reply # 3,934 --- same graphic --

I know, that's what I was replying to. But I confess I copied the graphic link, without the resizing! ('cause I don't remember how to do that, and it was too late to go figure it out. Ten+ hours in airplanes and airports, including being pulled off the last flight because the airplane was overweight, after being put on it as a standby, will do that to Abuelo de Victoria. But I'm off the left coast and back in Texas! And Dr. Mrs. La Gata is here... well she was here, now she's off in Austin teaching a class. We'll both be visiting, and babysitting. Miss V, this afternoon and evening.

Here's my punishment..(all copies not shown to save bandwidth. El Gato is a "Copy Cat!"
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[LadyX]

Hope you've had yer morning coffee, TC -- so you kin lissen to this tale of woe!!

"Ten+ hours in airplanes and airports, including being pulled off the last flight because the airplane was overweight, after being put on it as a standby, will do that to Abuelo de Victoria."

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Let's see -- with that all jumbled together and me functioning on just one so far, I processed that as

"Grumpy Gramps stood around on Standby in airports (plural!) , and because he was overweight, was even pulled off a flight!!" - -

Izzat right???

..:))

(Going out to play in the yard -- be back eventually)

[cpdiii]

TC

I am so glad to see this last procedure went well. It is also a good sign to see you posting again. All of us down here in Gods Country (TEXAS) love and miss you. You are in our prayers. You are one tough SOB. You will beat this damn thing! Keep it turning to the right TC.

cpdiii (Charlie from Temple)

[cpdiii]

I work seven on and seven off. If I am on my days off and you need help with anything for TC call me.

[humblegunner]

you need help with anything for TC call me.

Thank you sir but I think we got it whupped.
O'course when the actual DOING of the task comes around,
we'll curse you mightily for being absent. It works that way.

Hey, Eaker.. I just figgered out who's fault it is! ;-)

[El Gato]

with that all jumbled together and me functioning on just one so far, I processed that as "Grumpy Gramps stood around on Standby in airports (plural!) , and because he was overweight, was even pulled off a flight!!" - - Izzat right???

Close. Was only on standby for one flight, DFW to GRK (Gray Army Air Field, Killeen) and that one only because I tried to get on an earlier flight, and did. But then they loaded so many military duffel bags, or whatever they call them now, on the aircraft, a little Saab turboprop, that is was then overweight. They pulled me off that one and put me back on the one I was originally booked on, but with a better seat. Then that one had to wait because they had swapped planes, and much of the luggage got put on the wrong airplane. The flight from San Diego to DFW was fine. Oh I wasn't very comfy because I had a middle seat and the guy in the aisle seat was as wide, but not as deep, as me. That one got a bit bumpy too, somewhere over west Texas, but I kind of liked that, as long as the thunderstorm was about 50 miles away.

But I got a good night's sleep and so am all bright eyed and bushy tailed today. Although I was just about on the edge of heat exhaustion after mowing yard. Got started too late, or too early.

However I'm now posting from La Casa de Seniorita Victoria en Austin de Tejas. I've fed her part of a bottle, Senora La Gata fed her another, but only after she got 2 sides of Mamacita. She slept a little bit, but is now up and cranky again. Hungry I think, but now will only settle for Mama, which is OK since it's been almost 3 hours since she had any of the Good Stuff.

I did get to the San Diego airport about 2 hours before the flight, and then took only about 20 minutes from check in to sitting at the gate waiting for boarding.

As far as the previous post being all jumbled up, that's a combination of being tired and just the way I think. I try to remember to break things up into shorter sentences, but often don't.

[LadyX]

[Confession: you came in 'loud and clear' Cat Man!!
I only pretended it was jumbled,
so much more dramatic, donchaknow....:))]

Hugs for Little Missy Cat Girl!!

[El Gato]

Hugs for Little Missy Cat Girl!!

I already gave her one from you, but I'll give her another before we head back to Killeen. (Just under an hour north of here).

I'll tell her this one is from a Lady Marine Patriot.

[B4Ranch]

TC, this story is for you.


Gwen Petersen
Posted Sunday, May 29, 2005
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Ranger is a dog. Ranger is not the handsomest canine on the planet. He looks like a cross between a blue heeler and a greyhound mixed with some kind of cattle-herding bow-wow. His doggy coat color is a mix of black, brindle-brown, white, and russet, and so short, the hairs look as if they've been spray-painted onto his frame.

Ranger adores his master, Sam, and accompanies him everywhere he goes, including to his daily work as a carpenter. Sam never raises his voice to Ranger. He doesn't have to. The dog speaks English but with a canine accent.

Ranger is friendly to all, though it's difficult to tell when he's wagging his tail as he has none. But should you happen to be standing in his vicinity, Ranger might mosey over and lean his head against your knee. Glancing down, you'll see two brown eyes gazing up at you. If you don't forthwith caress his head, Ranger will emit a short bark and press his noggin more tightly against your knee. Ignore that invitation for too long and Ranger will woof again and yet again until you comply with his request to have his cranium stroked.

Ranger has only one bad habit. He likes perfume--the doggy kind acquired by rubbing and rolling in something dead, decayed, rotten and revolting. Dousing himself with such odoriferous cologne always results in a soak and scrub session in Sam's bathtub.

Ranger hates being bathed. He'd much rather let his aroma simply wear off, but as Sam has often pointed out, "Ranger, you can't go with me on the job if you stink."

For a time after each bathing, Ranger keeps his addiction to fetid fragrances under control. Then one morning early, while on his rounds of Sam's property, Ranger succumbed to a particularly delicious mixture of road-kill deer guts he discovered on the county road. He couldn't hold back. Nose first, he dived into the mess; he mashed first one shoulder, then the other in the guck; he twisted, he turned, he rolled with ecstasy. He got drunk on the awful emanations from the smelly carcass.

Then he went home to Sam who took one sniff and groaned, "Ranger, you can't come in. You stink worse than a skunk. I don't have time to clean you up. I'm on my way to work, but you'll have to stay here. There's no way you can bring your putrid self on the job. You reek! If I struck a match I could set fire to the fumes you're giving off!"

Sam's scolding went on for quite awhile. In shame, Ranger folded his ears flat to his head. He could only watch as Sam drove away without him. Tucking his absent tail between his legs, he holed up beneath the porch all day.

That evening, when Sam returned from work, Ranger tried to sidle close to his beloved master, but Sam back-pedaled.

"Stay away, Ranger. I don't want you near me till you quit stinking like a dump." Ranger had to remain outside for the night. "I'll bring your food out here," Sam told him.

Next morning, Ranger waited expectantly by Sam's pickup.

"Sorry," Sam said, "you're still disgusting. You gotta stay behind. I'll give you a bath tonight."

Ranger spent another day under the porch, but along in the afternoon, he made a plan. The back door to the house had a knob, one of those shaped like a pump handle. Ranger studied the knob, then he stood on his hind legs, gripped the handle in his teeth and gained entry. He padded into the bathroom, put his front feet on the edge of the tub and hoisted himself over and in.

Sam found him there in the bottom of the tub, stretched out, nose on paws, brown eyes woeful, waiting to be bathed.

"What the---," said Sam.

"Woof," said Ranger.

Ranger went to work with Sam the next day.

I know all this is true as Sam related the incident to several people but it was Ranger who told me the details.

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No, I didn't say that you need to take a bath but the nurse did say sumptin 'bout a shower, Pardner.

[LadyX]

[LadyX]

Helping to rear Diver Dave's two young grandsons,
and they call me "Aunty M" --

Guess I need to 'dopt Miss Victoria, too;
with your permission, of course..:))

[LadyX]

This is how I picture El Gato:

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**Almost**

!!!

[Txsleuth]

Very good story, B4!!!

And I thought that LadyX was the storyteller around here..I won't tell her, if you won't, that I liked it! LOL

Hopefully, it doesn't hurt when TC laughs...cause that one was a knee-slapper!

Prayers sent soaring for you, TC---I am looking forward to more posts by YOU, updating us on what is going on.

later
sleuth

[LadyX]

Before I go to bed, leaving this for you --

-- and neither will any of us
who gather here to pray for you, TC...
rest well this night...

[amom]

You have FReep mail. :-)

[El Gato]

Guess I need to 'dopt Miss Victoria, too; with your permission, of course..:))

Permission Granted!

I gave her that hug I said I would, and told her it was from a "Lady Marine, who although she's never met you, loves you, yes she does". I don't know what Miss V thought of that, she was kinda busy looking at the animal border in her room. I'd just been sent to change a dirty diaper, but her mother was mistaken, it wasn't dirty or even wet, so I just put it back on and re-wrapped her in her blanket, and took her back to her mother for further feeding.

[El Gato]

That's me, athough I'm not pink... well yes I am a little. Got a bit burned outside during lunch in San Diego.

[WVNan]

The title of this picture is "Conversation with the Night" and that is a good explanation for the night prayers that are sent up during the night by the Night Shift. Got you covered T.C.

[El Gato]

Did you feel the shaking up where you are? Some parts of the LA Basin apparently did, although the center of the 5.6 quake was about 1/2 way between LA proper and San Diego, but out in the desert a bit.

[Brad’s Gramma]

The surgery day to remove the tumor and broken femur has been set tentatively for Monday the 13th.

Thank you, dear friends, for your support and prayer. I'm going into this thing with God's peace surrounding me. I have no fear. God's shield is protecting me.

Just a reminder, folks.....tomorrow's the big day. Please remember to pray for TC...