Note::: Do not mock the dog

This is a story of one little gullible girl, always trying to be brave... ME... 

You know when someone says never bark at a barking dog... Listen, they actually mean it..   One day we were visiting Uncle Ted and Aunt Brenda in Nettleton, MS.  and uncle Ted had  a new dog for hunting. 
 

That dog barked and barked, never would he get to close. Stupid me said something about the dog and my uncle and dad looked at one another and said.. "Go to the end of the house and bark".  I looked back at them and said, "What?", "Go to the other end of the house and bark at the dog". Well, after few minutes of coaching, I did.. Should have known better with the look on their faces.  
 

I went to the other end of the house and began  barking at the dog. At first,he stopped and cocked his head a little to listen.. then he would commence to bark again.  It seems the more I barked at him the more angry he would become and finally after about the third bark, on my part, he shot after me like a lightning bolt.  When I saw him coming toward me... there went the siren, I started yelling.. "help" "help". Wouldn't you know it, I ran past my dear old uncle and daddy and they were rolling on the ground laughing. Right then, I  knew I should not have messed with that dog.  
 

He chased me all over that hillside. He chased me down the road over the field and back up the road again. Did I care about the briers and splinters that were getting in my feet?, heck no, just trying to out run this dang dog. A time or two, I could actually feel his hot, snappy breath on my little behind.  All I could think about was keeping one step ahead of him.  I never ran so hard or so fast in my life as I did that day. 
 

What seemed like an eternity but was only a few minutes, my uncle called off the dog and put him up.  I was so mad and out of breath, all I could get out was, "why did you do that for?", "that was not funny". I learned something that day.. never bark at a barking dog. If you do, pray you can run faster than he does.  

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Re-post of R for Run..

Here is another A-ha moment of mine or Did I just do that??  

I, as do many people, have many things going through their minds during the day. Right? Of just me? 

Oh well, me and my mind are all over the place. One moment, I am in Ireland feeling on top of the world the next minute, I see myself pilfering through the racks at a department store.   Okay, as usual getting of track here.   

Most often than not; when i get into my car. I put my car in R for Run... yes, she does, folks. This little red-head is a deep rooted blonde (no offense to blondes). I am just laughing at myself. Thank goodness nothing or no one has ever been behind me, YET.  

One day, I was out in a parking lot and again no one behind me and I was talking with someone that was with me. We get into the car and I start her up and yes, you guessed it...... R she went... Needless to say the person with me looks at me with "Really??!!" and all I could do was look with only the look I can give and say.. "Did I just Do That?"        "Only you" this person says  with a great big laugh and I have great ability to change the subject.. Which I did...   

In my defense.. that letter should be B for "Back up" ... 

FYI::::   I am a pretty good driver... 


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Once bitten (Sandy)

If you notice that as I write my blogs, many of them, I poke fun at myself and all the fun or funny little things I can or my friends and I can get into. 

My ex-husband calls me "Lucy" and my mother called me "Grace".. go figure.. but again, if the shoe fits and I can tell you from first hand, I can wear that shoe like a glove.  

When my sister and I were younger, she(my sister) had a pony and her name was Sandy. We loved that pony, she was like a member of the family than a barnyard critter. Sandy would never stay in her fence but would mind you, instead, be tied out on a rope in the yard and would stay all day roaming around the yard as long as the rope would reach. She loved to come into the living room and sit in front of the television and eat an apple. She loved the little banty roosters to come and sit on her back, she would stand there as still as a statue as long as they were sitting on her back.  It was fun to watch. 

On day my sister and I were arguing about who was going to feed her that day. Arguing came to push and shoving and right by Sandy. She would shuffle around a little more as our shoves became less playful. As Sandy became wedged in between us and the tree, she had found she had had enough of this game. Sandy polite as she could be, reached around and took a nip out of my behind. I yelled out a hallowing screech and dropped to my knees in pain, mind you. My sister asked what happened and I replied in a gasping voice.. "Sandy bit me" and as we looked up at the pony,she turned her head as if she were to say, "Who me?"..... 

The tale get it Tale of this little story is.... never stand to close to the head area of a riled up pony. It might come around and bite you in the Tail... 

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The Goat and Haystack..

Chasing goats are fun until one turns on you. I know I have talked about this story at one point before but I felt it needed to be stated again, why, when of course it shows me being me. :)

My uncle has some new goats and we wanted to pet them. Those goats were not having any part of being petted much less being chased. We chased them in the barn-out of the barn- into the fields where the horses and cows were grazing and then back into the barn to try to cut them off. 

Now, in that barn was a low lying 2 x 4. Guess where this is going?  Guess who nailed that beam?  Me- I chased that darn little goat into that barn so fast that I didn't see it coming. (now to my defense, if there is one, inside that barn; it was dimly lit). Before, I could look up, BAM- I kissed that beam and down I went... yes, I kissed a beam and no, I didn't like it. I saw stars the moon, heck the whole dang galaxy was flashing before my eyes. It took a while before I could get my senses together and get off the ground of scattered hay. Getting up was like one of those old cartoons where when they get up holding their head, swaying back and forth and seeing the world go round',yep that was me.   

But here is to add insult to injury. I get up and noticed that my shoe was untied. I bend over to tie my shoe unbeknownst to me, there was a goat with horns standing behind me- like he was waiting in the dark, lurking so to speak to see what my next move would be. Of course, I did not see him. How could I? just knocked myself silly.  Well, I bend over and yes, you guessed it......... across the room I go. He butted me so hard, I flew into the air and right on top of a nicely put together haystack.  At least that was a soft landing, when I woke up. 

Needless to say, those goats were no longer on top of my list to pet. I got out of that barn with bruises and what dignity I had left and found my way to the porch to help out with shelling peas and shucking corn. (no pain involved in this chore). 

When they tell you to not bend over in front of a goat......  Believe me it's true, don't do it.  Unless you want to fly.  

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