Murdo Girl…Arf and Rex

It finally quit raining as Arf and Rex made their way to the little town below the mountain. Rex soon began to settle down. He knew Arf and trusted him which was a good thing because they couldn’t lose precious time. Grandpa John had not regained consciousness and had a high fever. Mark was trying his best to keep him from getting any worse until help arrived.

Arf and Rex were getting close to the bottom of the mountain where Mark had parked his truck and horse trailer when Arf saw a car at the crossroad. He hoped it was going up the mountain, but it continued on in the other direction. It was too much to hope for, anyway. No car would drive up that rough dirt road when it was nice, let alone after a torrential rainstorm. It looked to Arf like they would have to go all the way to town before they could find help. He hurried Rex along as fast as he could without leading him onto the busier road that would take them to town. He couldn’t hold the reins in his mouth and the frisbee, too, which had him worried.


Mark removed the bandages on Clark’s Grandpa John’s head to see if it showed signs of infection. The old man had gone in and out of consciousness for the last hour, but his fever hadn’t broken which was a real concern.

As he worked cleaning the gash on his patient’s forehead, Mark talked to him. He was desperate to help him live. He knew how much it would mean to Clark to be able to see the grandpa he thought had died six years before. The old man’s dog, Biff never left his human friend’s side. The poor dog seemed to know that Mark was trying to help. Annie found a window where she could see the front of the cabin and waited for Arf and Rex to come back with help. It began to rain again.

Arf and Rex were about a half mile from town when he saw a truck coming their way. Could he get the driver to stop? What if Rex got spooked and ran off? He decided to drop the frisbee and grab Rex’s reins. He hurried to the side of the road and hoped the truck would see them. His angel was watching over them and the truck slowed down and pulled over to the side of the road right in front of them.

“What in the world are you two doing walking alongside a busy road like this?” The man asked as he got out of the truck and slowly walked over to the unlikely pair. “Hang onto those reins, boy and I’ll see if I can help you out with that horse without spooking him.”

Rex must have sensed the man would help him get back to Mark because he stood there without moving while Arf let the man take the reins.

“Where is your owner?” The kind man knelt down to pet Arf and the little dog was so grateful he almost forgot about the frisbee lying a few feet away from them.

Arf: I finally remembered the frisbee that Mark had written something on and made a little whining noise to try to tell the man I wasn’t afraid of him, but I had to give him that frisbee. The man just watched me find it in the grass and walk over to give it to him.

“We can’t play with your frisbee now,” the man said. He knelt to pat Arf on the head, again. “I have no idea what I’m going to do with you two.” The frisbee was lying close to where the man was kneeling and he glanced over and saw the message Mark had written.

“You are one smart dog” the man said. “Your owner is lucky to have you. I know a man who lives within walking distance. The three of us will walk to his place and pray that he’s home. We’ll leave this beautiful horse with him while you and I come back to my truck and go get Doc Murphy. We’ll get him up to that cabin as soon as possible.”

Murdo Girl…Arf makes a decision

“I’m sorry I have to send you out in this weather, Arf, but I need to stay here and do the best I can to get Mr. Sanders’ fever down. I’m worried about you, but I have no choice. I also know you can find Rex. Just be careful.”

Once outside, Arf stood still a moment in an effort to get his bearings. He knew Rex had gotten away anywhere from fifteen minutes to an hour ago. He and Mark had done the best they could to check on the poor horse as often as possible, but Mark was preoccupied with taking care of Grandpa John, and Arf had been trying to help him find stuff. At least he had eaten and he wouldn’t starve to death.

It was mid-afternoon when Arf left the cabin. It was still raining hard, but the wind had died down…for the moment anyway. He looked for hoof prints in the little bit of wet dirt that wasn’t covered by pine needles, but they had all been washed away. Deciding to go in the direction he thought Rex would have gone, he found the road and began to follow it, hoping Rex had done the same thing.

Arf was worried he had made the wrong decision when he heard the sounds of a frightened horse in the distance. It sounded like it was coming from about a mile away.

Arf stopped and listened to pinpoint the direction the sounds were coming from before leaving the trail and weaving his way through the trees.

Why did Rex sound so distressed, he wondered. Was he hurt?


Back at the cabin, Mr. Sanders’ fever was getting dangerously high and bathing him with a cool cloth didn’t seem to be helping much. There was no way Mark was going to be able to leave him even if Arf found Rex and brought him back to the cabin, soon. He was wishing he had told him to go all the way to town and try to get help. Neither option seemed good. Not good at all.

Poor Biff was beside himself with worry.

Annie: I know you’re really worried, Biff, but Grandpa John is going to be as good as new before long. Mark will make him better. I promise.

Biff: Why is he sleeping during the daytime? Is he just playing dead? I know how to play dead and sometimes I fall asleep….all I can say is, “woofta.”


Arf found Rex who had caught the reins of his bridle in a dead tree. He figured he must have lost his rope somewhere. As he worked to get the poor horse loose, he made a decision. Arf knew Grandpa John was really bad off and he and Rex were closer to town than they were to the cabin. He decided to free Rex and chase him into town where he could find help for both of them. Steve must have sensed that Arf might need something that would help convince a human he needed help. Someone would surely recognize whatever Mark had written on the frisbee he had given him to carry.

Arf: I think Mark was hoping I would sense the right thing to do and do whatever was the fastest way to get help. He said not to lose this frisbee and I won’t.

Murdo Girl…See Ya Soon

Today is a very special day. It’s the fifth anniversary of my very first blog. It’s also the fifth anniversary of the very first day of the first long trip that Kip and I took in our new, old motor home. Oh, the adventures we’ve had on our trips and at home.

In some ways it seems like I’ve been writing this blog forever. I have reaped so many rewards and had a ton of fun. New friends have become old friends and old friends from years ago, have come back into my life. I am truly blessed.

The blog was first called, See Ya Soon, which is the name of our motor home. When Kip and I headed out that first day, my brother, Billy, suggested I write a blog chronicling our trip. That way family and friends could read the daily blog, or if they didn’t, I wouldn’t have to worry about remembering everything when I told everyone about the whole two months we were gone. I could just refer to my blog. That’s the second time Billy has made that mistake.  He once treated Grandpa Sanderson, to a trip to California and a wonderful time was had by all. When Grandpa came back to Murdo, Billy gave him a map to refer to. Everywhere they had been was highlighted in red so Grandpa wouldn’t (couldn’t) forget anywhere they went, anyone they saw, and everything they did. He hauled that thing out so many times that we all knew that trip six ways from Sunday. Billy should have known better.

Oh the stories I could tell…and I did. I want to thank all of you for reading them. Like Grandpa Sanderson, I have repeated some of them several times. Now I have thousands of stories and as you all know, I don’t forget a thing.

Here is a repeat of the very first blog…

We’re starting this blog to let family and friends know what we’re up to as we venture out on our first long trip. Actually, this is only our 2nd time out. We managed quite well on our 38 mile, 2 night trip.

We’re travelling with our three pooches, (Cyndie, Sammie, and Pattie), and Dollie the cat is around here somewhere, too.

We are on our 3rd day out and we’re now proud to say we’ve made it 193 miles. We’re having a wonderful time in beautiful downtown Wichita falls. There is a story to tell, but we won’t go into that now.

We would like to thank our son-in-law, Brad, who set up the blog. He is in no way responsible for the content. I’m sure he is grateful for that.


It's been a hard days night and I've been working like a dog
It’s been a hard days night and I’ve been working like a dog

Hi...I'm the persnickety cat
Hi…I’m the persnickety cat

Sammie and Pattie
Sammie and Pattie

Only 3800 miles to go
Only 3800 miles to go

We all love Lucy Park and the falls
We all love Lucy Park and the falls

Murdo Girl…Grandpa John

When Mark got back to the cabin, he quickly looked around and was able to find a long, substantial rope and a couple of blankets. He made the traverse, attached it to his horse’s saddle, and headed back to where the injured man was being watched over by three very concerned dogs.

Just as he thought, all three dogs were watching the man intently. The old dog occasionally licked his friend’s face or the back of his hand. It always made Mark choke up to see the love of a dog for his owner.

“I sure wish I would have brought my first aid kit with me. Maybe the old man will have some supplies in the cabin.” Mark was talking to himself as he worked to carefully place the man they thought might be Grandpa John, on the traverse. Once securely wrapped and carefully tied, Mark took the reins and walked his horse the short distance to the cabin. Thankfully, the man was small in stature so it was possible to move him without additional trauma.

By the time they reached the little cabin and Mark had lifted the injured man onto his bed, the wind had come up and the rain began to pour down. He took the time to stoke the fire and add some logs before tending to his patient.

First, he carefully removed the shirt wrapped around the man’s head and surveyed the wound. He had found a clean cloth and soaked it in water he heated on the stove. He then began to dab the dried blood and gently clean the area around the slash in the unconscious man’s forehead. It appeared that the bleeding had stopped and there was a steady pulse. Mark also noted the old guy seemed to be breathing easily.

“Arf and Annie…help me look for a first aid kit. I need a bottle of peroxide or some other disinfectant. It looks like he might have lost quite a bit of blood while he was lying there in the forest. The other concern I have is the strong possibility of a concussion.” Mark stopped talking long enough to look at the three dogs sitting there appearing to listen to him. He had always talked to Arf and Annie like they were human, but the old man’s dog must be really confused.

While searching the one room cabin, Mark found a Bible sitting on the table that had been engraved with the name, John Sanders, Sr. which told Mark the man was indeed Clark’s grandpa. He also found a bottle of peroxide and some bandages, which was just what he needed to dress the wound and then he would wait to see if Mr. Sanderd started to run a fever. If he didn’t regain consciousness soon, Mark knew he would have to try and wake him up.

The rain and wind persisted and the dogs needed fed so he hunted around and spotted a sack of dog food. “Is this yours, Biff? I hope you don’t mind sharing. Are you wondering how I know your name? I saw it on your dog dish.”

Arf: Old Biff seems to be a little miffed that he has to share his dog food.

Annie: Oh Arf, he looks that way because he’s consumed with guilt for not going fishing with his human and now he’s also consumed with worry. Dog food is probably the last thing on his mind.

Arf: Wrong! He’s gulping it down like there’s no tomorrow.

Annie: Maybe he’s an emotional eater. Let’s eat ours before he gets any more emotional.

The little cabin was cozy, but Mark was worried about Rex. He had used the long rope he found and tethered him to a tree close by. Every time he checked on him he was standing near the cabin and appeared to be okay.

Mark was just about to gently try to wake Mr. Sanders when he winced and brought his hands to his head which was no doubt pounding.

He sat down in a chair by the bed and tried to figure out how he could let the old man know he was there without startling him. He hadn’t come up with anything when he saw the man raise his hands to his head, again. He winced at the pain and it took a minute before he opened his eyes and looked around.

“Can you see and hear me Mr. Sanders?” Mark asked. “You slipped when you were fishing and struck your head.”

“Where am I? Is my son here?” he asked.

Arf, who had been looking out the window at the storm, started barking. When Mark looked to see what he was barking at, he discovered Rex had somehow gotten loose and was gone.

“Arf,” Mark said. “I need you to find Rex and bring him back here. Mr. Sanders has a pretty high fever. He needs to be in a hospital. I’ll have to ride Rex back down the mountain to get my truck or find someone to help us…Hurry Arf!”

Murdo Girl…Biff leads the way

Mark found a secluded spot at the foot of the mountain and parked his truck and horse trailer there. He had decided to bring the horse along in case he couldn’t make it up the mountain with his truck. He would find out in the morning what the road was like, but according to his map the cabin looked like it should be fairly easy to find. He was grateful that Arf and Annie were with him. They were both smart dogs, and would catch on quickly to their part in the search for Clark’s grandpa.

“This is a pretty good spot don’t you think?” Mark was clearing a place to put his charcoal cooker. He was hungry and he knew Arf and Annie must be, too. It had been a long day, and they had to get up early in the morning to get started on their journey. While he cooked sirloin burgers and warmed up beans for supper, Mark marveled at the beauty of the forest at night. When he looked up, he could see the stars through the tall pine trees. He also heard the sounds of water flowing in a nearby creek. “This will be a good night for sleeping,” he said.

Arf and Annie woke Mark up early the next morning. They were anxious to go find Clark’s grandpa. Annie told Arf she had a funny feeling that all was not well.

Annie: We’re not totally sure Grandpa John is even there. That Harvey person wasn’t exactly the truth telling type. What if the story he told us is nothing but a big whopper?

Arf: Harvey said he lived with Clark’s grandpa for six months and he sure knew a lot about him and also about Clark’s family. Enough that it was pretty easy for him to pretend like he was Grandpa John. Do you want to play with the frisbees while we wait for Mark to get ready to go?

“Well, are you two ready to hit the trail? I walked up the road a ways and it looks like the truck can make it at least part way up, but just to be on the safe side, I think I’ll ride Rex. I’d hate to have to drive all the way back down the mountain and start over. Why don’t you two walk in front of us. Maybe you’ll be able to pick up on something that might help us find that cabin.

They had only been on the road a couple of hours before Arf sensed smoke coming from up ahead. He turned and barked at Mark and soon he smelled it, too.

“Run ahead and find out where that smoke is coming from,” Mark said. “No doubt someone is burning wood in their fireplace which means we must be getting close to a cabin. If that’s the case, it shouldn’t be too hard to tell if it belongs to Clark’s grandpa; especially if he’s there.” Mark started to chuckle. “If you two could understand what I just said, you would laugh… however dogs laugh.”

Annie: Mark is a funny guy. He has no idea how much we understand. Come on…I’ll run ahead with you. That smoke looks pretty close.

When the two dogs reached the cabin, they could see a small trickle of smoke coming from the chimney, but the cabin was dark. Even though it was still early in the day, the denseness of the trees in the forest made it appear much later and if anyone was home, they would surely have a lantern burning.

Annie: Can you hear that noise? It sounds like a hurt animal. I think it’s coming from inside the cabin. Should we try to get in there or wait for Mark to catch up?

Arf: Lets look around and see if we can find a way to get in. Wait…maybe we should bark first. I’d hate to break in if there’s someone home and they’re hurt or sleeping.

About that time, the door to the cabin swung open and Arf and Annie found themselves staring into the eyes of a grandpa dog. He was hard to look at and he was drooling.

Name’s Biff:

Arf: Did he just say his name is Biff? It sounded like our kind of dog talk that nobody can hear or understand except us.

Annie: Pleased to meet you Biff. I’m Annie and this is Arf. We’re looking for someone. Might we come in and ask you a few questions?

Biff: Got any identification? A dog tag or something? Awe, I’m just fooling with ya. When a dog reaches a certain age, they like to make young pups like yourselves skiddish.

Arf: Nice place you’ve got here. Do you live with a human?

Biff: Yup, his name is John. He went off fishing in the stream down below this morning. I probably should have gone with him, but woofta, my bones were hurting something aweful.

Arf: Here comes Mark and his horse. Biff you’ve got to show us where John is. We’ll act like we used our dog senses to find him. Hey Biff, I don’t guess you like to play with frisbees do you? Nah, never mind, I can tell you’re frisbee days are over.

When Mark reached the cabin Arf, Annie, and Biff started walking towards the creek. He figured out right away that they wanted him to follow. He was getting a real kick out of the old dog. He was so ugly he was cute and only had one speed…slow.

Arf and Annie could see the creek up ahead when Biff suddenly stopped.

Annie: What is it Biff? Did you pick up your human’s scent?

He headed to a rocky area about fifty feet from the creek. Arf and Annie with Mark close behind, followed him to where an old man lay on his back near a big jagged rock. Mark quickly checked him over and determined he was unconscious, but still alive. He had lost a lot of blood, but had apparently been conscious enough at some point to wrap his shirt tightly around his head.

Biff sat by his friend’s side and wished he’d gone fishing with him that morning.

“It would take me two hours to get back down the mountain to get help,” Mark said to himself. “The road turned out to be good enough all the way up to drive the truck, but there’s no sense thinking about that now. I’m just going to have to use my EMT skills to help this man.”

“Stay with him,” he said to the worried dogs. “I’ll ride back to the cabin and grab a blanket for a makeshift traverse. We have to get him back there. It looks like a storm is on the way.”

Murdo Girl…Social distancing with Pearl and Grace

I’m Ellie/Essie and I live with Pearl and Grace who are two very old ladies. They might even be a hundred. Pearl has a dog named Pearl. She said she named her dog after herself because if she ever forgets her name, it will be time for them to go their separate ways.

We all live in some rooms above Sanderson’s Store and we all go to Pearl’s store every day and work. Pearl’s store has been several different things, but Grace has always written a column that appeals to the ladies in town. It used to be called Dear Grace, but a few of the ladies saw themselves in the revealing questions and became unglued so now she gives fashion and beauty tips for extremely mature ladies.

I’m walking Pearl the dog right now, but I have been summoned to an office meeting at the store. We moved from the building that used to be the Buffalo Bar to a place where a lady had a dress shop. The Buffalo building smelled like a pool hall and was interfering with the ambiance we were going for. Not only that… people started questioning what the secret ingredients were in Pearl’s ever popular Elixer Fixer.

I’m almost to Pearl’s store, but not quite…

Essie/Ellie: Hi Pearl, Hi Grace I’m here! Are you here?

Pearl: We’re in the conference room. Hurry Essie/Ellie We’ve got lots of decisions to make. I’ve come up with an idea that will give you goose bumps.

Grace: The conference room is that room where we keep the mops and brooms.

Pearl: For goodness sake child. Where is your mask? You must wear it at all times. Do you realize how vulnerable Grace and I are?

Grace: It’s especially dangerous if you’re morbid. I wouldn’t call myself morbid, would you Pearl?

Pearl: Well, you know what I always say. When life hands you lemons, you must make lemonade. I have an idea that will make us a fortune.

Essie/Ellie: That’s cool, Pearl. What is your latest brainstorm? Does it involve trips to Pierre for ingredients?

Pearl: No dear…there is a travel ban. We have to stay in town, wear masks and not get within six feet of each other, which brings me to my most recent flash of brilliance. These things just come to me, you know.

Grace: Are you talking about your idea for a Distance Donut?

Pearl: Yes! Picture this…a blowup donut that surrounds you and keeps you six feet from other people. You don’t even have to think about it. It will come in all sorts of patterns and colors and will have matching masks. Those are not included, but can be purchased separately.

Essie/Ellie: I have two questions, Pearl. How do you keep it from falling off or in the case of morbid people, how do you keep from getting stuck?

Pearl: The Distance Donut hole comes in small, medium and large. Suspenders are also included at no additional cost.

Essie/Ellie: How do you get through doors? Even though it only keeps you six feet from people, you’re talking about twelve feet across the Distance Donut.

Pearl: It’s self inflating. You can deflate it when you go through doors. I didn’t say the Distance Donut was going to be cheap but I’m telling you it will fly off the shelves. We’ll even have a jingle. “Distance Donuts can’t be beat. Wear them in the pool or on the Street.”

Grace: We were wondering if Tiny at the filling station could help us with the…what did you call it Pearl?

Pearl: The prototype. I was thinking since Tiny works with a lot of inner tubes, he could start there and just make it bigger and better. We could use tractor tire tubes in different sizes. We’ll figure out how to make the different designs as we go.

Let’s do this ladies…This is the most selfless thing we have ever done….and we’ll be rolling in donut dough!


Murdo Girl…It seems like yesterday

To those of you who know me, there’s going to be a new me.

I have begun to change before my very eyes.

I won’t be like I used to be. Just wait a while and you will see.

My sweet but weakened husband… is in for a surprise.

No more cream cheese delight. It will now be yogurt light.

A heart healthy diet is now necessary.

No more emergencies in the night, or long days filled with fright.

I’m not very good at doing scary.

I swear it’s not just talk. Mile after mile I pledge to walk.

And my dear husband will be there by my side.

I’ll time us with a clock and watch him like a hawk.

And I’ll find him if he tries to hide.

Yes, our way of life needs changing and lots of rearranging.

To shop and cook I’ll need a lot more time.

I’ll do fat to lean exchanging, which will surely be life-changing.

Eating real ice cream will be a major crime.

Wow! I hate confessing, but the new me sounds depressing.

The sound of our new life doesn’t thrill me.

Have you tried low fat ranch dressing? I’m really only guessing,

But too many meatless salads just might kill me.

The next time that you see me, you might not see the new me.

I need more time to make a solid plan.

I think you will agree that preparation is the key

I don’t think he needs to look like superman.

I’ll make up all the rules and give hubby all the tools.

He really needs to elevate his heart rate

As for me I’ll be quite happy. While he walks I’ll take a nappy,

When he shapes up, I’ll give you all an update.

On the honeymoon… Cody and Yellowstone, 1981
ten years later (1991)

Arf and Annie will return next week. Their stories will be intermingled with a few other things, but I won’t let too much time pass in between. Some of us forget where we left off…including me.

Murdo Girl…It’s all good

Kip is recovering nicely from his heart attack and surgery. He only has to be really careful for a week and then the doctor said he can pretty much do anything within reason. He plans to haul rocks…seriously. Our whole front yard is fixing to become filled with various sizes, shapes, and colors of rock. Right now it looks like a putt putt golf course, but that will be changing, soon. The idea is that we’re hoping a long RV trip is in the cards for us this year and we want a yard that’s close to maintenance free.

The night life changed everything…see slide show of Kip’s before

It seems like medical emergencies like going into labor or having a heart attack often happen at night. Kip woke me up at 2:30 Friday morning and told me he thought I should take him to the emergency room. We got dressed, told the dogs we would be right back, and headed for the very nice emergency room in Gun Barrel City. I drove.

Kip: You should put your bright lights on.

Kip: Why are you turning that way.

Me: This is how you get to the emergency room.

Kip: Oh…Don’t your windshield wipers go any faster?

At the Emergency Room..

Doctor after reading the EKG: Sir, you’re having a heart attack. We’re going to stabilize you and send you to Tyler.

Kip looking at me: So are you just going to drive me?

Doctor: No! Unfortunately, the helicopter isn’t flying because of the weather. The ambulance is on the way.

Three days and two stents later, (that is the correct spelling), Kip got released. As I said before, the doctor told him to take it very easy for a week. With the arteries no longer clogged, more blood would be rushing into his heart and it wasn’t a good idea to exert himself for a while.

On the way to Tyler, Kip asked the EMT if the roof was leaking because his face was all wet. Kip had just had skin cancers taken off his nose and neck and the stitches had just been removed two days before. They had given him a blood thinner in the emergency room and blood started spurting from where the stitches had been. The EMT said he had never seen anything like it. They eventually had to put the stitches back in.

When he was being released, Kip told the doctor that he thoroughly understood his instructions. No activity for a week and if all goes well, cardiac rehab after that.

When we got home he took a nap, which was good. And then he got up.

Kip: The grass needs mowed. I’ll have to do that tomorrow.

Our very nice neighbor mowed the front yard yesterday. I mowed the backyard today while Kip instructed me. He said to make three rounds one way, and then go the other way for three rounds. “The grass clippings won’t pile up so much,” he said.

He told me I didn’t have to trim because the trimmer was too heavy for me to lug around. I decided to trim where I couldn’t get the mower with clippers, but my back was about to give out on me so I bagged the grass trimmed about halfway around, and called it a day. Kip told me it looked good. (My mowing days could be over.)

A little while later, He said he was going out to the garage to look for something. After about thirty minutes, I went to check on him. He was still looking and getting frustrated so I said I would help. I asked him when he had last seen this little bag of end pieces. He thought for a minute and then said it will be two years in October. We never did find it.

The bottom line is that I’m not a very good nurse. I’m also not a very good patient. Kip is an excellent nurse but a little bit less than stellar patient.

It’s all good. I only have to be a nurse for five more days.

No more lobster…

We would both like to thank everyone for the prayers, calls, cards and well wishes. It is the most amazing thing to be blessed with family and friends who are truly there for you.

We are filled with gratitude.

Murdo Girl…As the world turns

I wrote this a few days ago before our world took a sudden turn. Kip suffered a heart attack early yesterday morning. He is now recovering nicely after having surgery to put two stents in.

We are so blessed to have an amazing support group consisting of family and dear friends who continue to reinforce our belief that God is good all the time. We love you all and truly appreciate your prayers.


My pets were feeling a little left out


I’m a cat whose at her best when she’s allowed to get her rest.

I’ve never even seen a mouse. They serve gourmet food in this house.

I only move when nature calls or when I cough on cat hair balls.

I know that might sound gross to you, but that’s just what cats do.

I have a large litter box

Lately, I’ve been so tired I haven’t felt at all inspired.

I usually do what I choose, but now I’ve got the COVID blues.


Here I am in my usual spot I have to share, though I’d rather not.

I just moved into this place, and I really hate sharing my space.

There are some super good offsets. My humans really love their pets.

We go for walks but I say sheesh! I have to wear a stupid leash.

I have a yard where I can play and I get bones three times a day.

I don’t hang out with the cat. She likes to use her paw to bat.

She’s only hit me once or twice but that cat isn’t very nice.

Would you please give her this news. I also have the COVID blues.


Ready to go RVing

We little Cockers don’t get upset unless they take us to the vet.

We’ve been here longer than both of them. We think they cause too much mayhem.

We try our best to social distance, and wear mutt masks per the scientist’s insistence.

Smart dogs usually come in twos. They don’t catch the COVID blues.

Murdo Girl…Grandpa John

Two days later, Mark along with Arf and Annie headed for the mountains where they would search for Clark’s grandpa. It would take them at least two days to get there depending on how far up the mountain the cabin was and the condition of the road.

Mark had been Brad’s only hired hand for the past ten years and he was happy to do this favor for Brad and his family. He also knew that Arf and Annie would be a big help if the crude map Harvey had drawn turned out to be hard to follow.

Mark had no idea what the topography would be like, so he had a saddle horse riding in the trailer that had sleeping quarters where they could bed down for the night. They could park below the mountain and he would ride the horse to the cabin. Arf and Annie shouldn’t have a problem walking the distance if it was like Harvey had drawn it on the map.

They got to the little town at the foot of the mountain on the afternoon of the second day. Mark bought a few supplies before finding a place to park the truck and trailer.

It was a beautiful fall day. The air was crisp and full of the scent of pine. By the time they got all set up in their makeshift camping site it was starting to get dark. Mark cleared out an area and built a small campfire. After eating, he treated Arf and Annie to some tunes he played on his harmonica.

The plan was to get up at dawn the next day and head up the mountain.

“Well, Arf and Annie, let’s say a prayer that we find Clark’s Grandpa John and he’s happy to see us. I’ve got to remember to call Clark, Butch. I agree with Miss Bessie. He looks more like a Clark than a Butch.”

The next morning Mark, Arf, and Annie got an early start. Mark was feeling fairly certain they were on the right road. They would have to keep a close eye out for the little cabin Harvey had described.

John rose at the usual time and ate his breakfast of fruit and oatmeal. It was a beautiful morning so he decided that after finishing his coffee, he would go fishing in the little stream about a mile away from the cabin.

He had been fishing about an hour when the clouds began to gather. He packed up his gear and headed for the cabin, but the rain came pouring down before he made it very far. In his rush to get back, he stepped on some slippery rocks. His feet flew out from under him and he came down hard on a boulder with a jagged edge. Poor John was lying on the side of the little walking path, bleeding and unconscious. Unfortunately, his old dog, Biff, had stayed at the cabin preferring to nap on the rug inside the door.