Just Strolling About in The Plague Year

Blue picked up a Shadow Wolf on the way to the Pick 'n Steal this morning. A ferocious beast and I'm glad he's an ally.

And I wasn't complaining about the trees either, takes the edge right off the heat.

Not that it matters at First Methodist because they're shut, for fear the Bat Bug will kill them all. Which it hasn't, fortunately.

Blue enjoys his spot at the PNS, where he sits tethered to the always empty Star Telegram box. Why is it empty? Because no one wanted to buy the rubbish newspaper so the order wasn't kept up, but the box remains, a dusty, dystopic warning to the "press."

Behold the misbegotten debris of the modern age!

And needless to say, First Baptist decided to make war on their ancient enemy, the trees. And now a once leafy boulevard sits baking under a harsh Texan sun. Good work, guys. Get rid of all the shade.

We detoured around the Meth Shack to visit Genius Patrol. GP are two dogs who live in someone's back yard and bark insanely at anything which goes by. Sometimes I talk to them, they bark back.

Then it was back to the Compound, mission accomplished. And that, fellow boulevardiers, is the story of that.

God bless,

LSP

War Dogs

War dogs. They were used in Antiquity to strike fear into the enemy and they're used today, witness the raid on Al Baghdadi's compound. Speaking of which, one of the few readers of this out of the way mind blog sent in a photo of his son's dog, see above. 

Pathetic President Figure Led By Poodle

They travel with their handlers muzzled in case they sense an enemy and attack, with ferocious result. For example, war dogs were always muzzled in the presence of  Barack Hussein Obama.

Shadow Wolf

Here at the Compound we're fortunate to have a war dog too, Blue Destroyer. He's a Blue Heeler rescue dog and getting on in years but he's fierce to the bone, especially in the face of UPS drivers, squirrels, and rural potheads. Seriously, he can't stand the latter and goes into growling fighting defense mode when they get through the perimeter.

Face-Off

I don't muzzle him but I do worry when I park him at the Pick 'n Steal on his morning walk as I get my coffee. Will someone be cornered, whimpering and screaming as I leave the filling station? Hasn't happened for a couple of years, thank God.

That's all for now, spare a thought and a prayer for our brave canine warriors and their fellow soldiers.

God bless,

LSP

Good Morning Texas, Walk The Dog

The Compound's first morning evolution runs like a well oiled machine. Stand to by first light, wake Sleeping Beauty, feed dog, drive Sleeping Beauty to hallowed halls of rural academe, say Morning Prayer, walk dog to the Pick 'n Steal and back. As you can see, this operation may be irregular but its not slack.

Neither was Blue Scout as he went on his morning constitutional in today's weirdly cold Texan air. Why so cold? Because anthropocentric global warming has caused temperatures to drop; it's colder now because it's warmer, unless you pay a weather tax, obviously. Regardless, the dog moved along briskly in the crisp, chill air. Then I noticed his shadow.

There it was, walking alongside him, a shadow; the shadow of his inner self, a wolf! That's right, Blue Scout is, in fact, a wolf, a shadow wolf. 

With that in mind, a lesser dog sensibly stayed well clear of my beast's avenging fangs. We walked on, unopposed.

The First Baptist sign got a good seeing to though, and the Methodists were singled out for special treatment. I'm not sure why. 

Then back to base, where the local PD were taking down a nearby drug dealer who goes by Chucho (dog). I had a pleasant conversation with a couple of the officers and compared notes. We have a common interest in getting the local bad actors off the streets.

Thief

Speaking of bad actors, I returned from the intelligence briefing only to discover that Blue 5th Column had stolen all the butter off the kitchen counter. Good thing it wasn't steak.

Your Friend,

LSP