The Dog Is Free - In Mem Blue

Just a quick blast from the archive. I miss that Blue.

Always,

LSP

Just Strolling

There was a stillness in the air as the sun rose above this small redoubt on the Texan Front. That's because everyone was sensibly in bed before braving the Thanksgiving Day Supermarket Maelstrom. I gazed at the frost, had a cup of hot tea, said Morning Prayer and took Blue Eschaton for a walk.

We went by a small but patriotic compound which seems to be in a constant state of yard sale. You know the thing, broken records, a bent bicycle wheel, soggy clothes in a wet cardboard box, a few old rusty spoons, a doorless fridge, whatever. A bit like the Tramp Market under the London's Westway in the early 1990s.

"Must get this crew into church," I thought to myself as I passed Jose's new house. Jose's bought some wooden fencing to mark the boundary between his compound and the yard sale scrappers' but he hasn't put it up yet.

The Pick 'n Steal was empty, apart from the Owl idol, and I poured some coffee into a Yeti 20 Ounce Tumbler, guaranteed to keep your drink hot or cold, no matter what kind of beating you give it. I'm inclined to doubt Yeti's marketing but haven't put it to the test, stay tuned.

Coffee poured into the purportedly indestructible Yeti, I strolled across the way to the Disciples Christian Church, at least I think that's what it is but it's hard to remember. They're a small crew but friendly, good luck to 'em.

We stopped up behind the temple and Blue got to nose about while I took a few sips of Yeti insulated coffee. Yes, thanks to Yeti's special system the coffee was still hot even though the Tumbler hadn't taken a beating, well done. 

I looked around while Blue Appalling did unmentionable things and took in the quiet Texan street scene. This part's well put together and a few young families make the effort to make it nice, in pleasant contrast to the crackheads, fools and wastrels that live down the block.

We moved on, patrolling beneath the locust trees, keeping an eye out for malfeasant skulduggery from the ne'er-do-well rent shacks on the left. But they were fast asleep and Blue Attack missed his chance at glory.

And there it was, the Compound, flags waving, chairs gleaming and all was well. The day moved on from there, much of it on the porch, but that's a different story. 

So there it is, another morning's worth of country life in Texas.

Quas Primas,

LSP

Dog Days of Red October

Here in the dog days of Red October life follows a simple morning pattern. Feed Blue Voracious some delicious nuggets, then head off to the Pick 'n Steal to get a Yeti full of coffee. Blue Predator sits outside during the transaction. Smart people don't get too close.

Then we head back to the Compound's front office porch. Blue stands on guard during Morning Prayer; will enemies foolishly try and break through the perimeter?

But guard duty gets tiresome, so why not lie down in the sun? Good call, sentry. Speaking of K9s, here's the Alex Jones Dog.

What a ferocious little tyke! Don't forget to buy the products.

Godspeed,

LSP

Liberal Tears

Thanks to Mattexian, I've discovered a hot new line of merchandising, Liberal Tears.

Liberal Tears can go on your Yeti

On your flask

Your Crying Window

Laptop

Coffee Cup

Wherever, Liberal Tears are guaranteed to "fit perfectly on your car, refrigerator, travel mug, window, laptop or non safe space surface!"

You can buy them here.

MAGA,

LSP