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Why You Ramble, Nobody Knows

Rocky escaped again. Proving once again that nature doesn’t care who we are or what we deserve. Megan had called us at our hotel in Knoxville and I could overhear her describing to my wife how Rocky had escaped into our new neighbor’s backyard. It had been a while since Rocky’s last did this, which coincidentally also took place when we were out-of-town.  

I am still slightly befuddled over how he figured out where I had taken down the chicken wire to stain the fence. A few years back in an effort to stymie Rocky’s outbreaks, I had put up little sections of chicken wire over spots in our fence, which sits on hill, that had gaps between the fence and the dirt. Only recently did I take down a few sections to stain the fence. Sure enough, Rocky found those unprotected spots. 

You would think for a dog that was on the cusp of turning 11 years old (at least 70 years old in doggy years) that he’d no longer be interested in going through all that work to escape. But, age does not seem to be a deterrent. Escaping is his jam and always will be. The only saving grace to his running away is that he is not very good at it. Rocky loves people and thinks everyone loves him back equally. So, when he escapes he often ends up in other people’s houses, mostly our neighbors. The other thing is if you are fortunate enough to catch him on the run and you happen to have a half a kielbasa, recently cooked bacon, or duck treats in your hand, your chances of catching him are almost 100%. 

For sure, Rocky does not have a moral compass. It’s hard to know what is right or wrong when you are primarily driven by your instincts and desires. But, I’ve made peace with Rocky’s inclination to escape. I think we both realize it’s hard to find the perfect friend, but having a good friend will do.

Sweet Betsy From Pike and Her Lover Ike

Sweet Betsy from Pike

Now don’t you remember sweet Betsy from Pike
Who crossed the big mountains with her lover Ike
Two yoke of oxen, a big yeller dog
A tall Shanghai rooster, and one spotted hog

One evenin’ quite early they camped on the plat
Down by the road on a green shady flat
Where Betsy got tired and lay down to repose
And Ike he just gazed on his Pike County rose

Well they soon reached the desert where Betsy gave out
Down in the sand she lay rollin’ about
While Ike in great tears looked on in surprise
He said, “Betsy get up, you’ll get sand in your eyes”

Well the Shanghai ran off and the cattle all died
The last piece of bacon that mornin’ was fried
Ike he got discouraged and Betsy got mad
The dog wagged his tail and looked sad

Well a miner said, “Betsy will you dance with me” ”
I will now old Hoss if you don’t make too free
But don’t dance me hard do you want to know why
Doggone you I’m chocked full of strong alkali”

Ike and sweet Betsy got married of course
But Ike gettin’ jealous obtained the divorce
Betsy well satisfied said with a shout
“Goodbye you big lummox, I’m glad you backed out”
 

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