Well, I've lollygagged through March and April, just can't seem to get my get-along to get along. Still pretty sleepy from this chilly spring we've had. But things are lookin' up. Lots and lots of wheat to eat--and tall enough to hide us little critters from the bad eyes in the skies. Rain today all over the state, I've heard tell. It's off and on here by Hennessey. Good day to lay back and take stock of life.
When you're a Pdog, life can be purty tenuous, you know? Ten of them, not enough of us. Ever' body and ever' thing is out to get you. Farmers and cowmen and athletes don't like the holes. Owls and hawks and durn fool kids want to catch you up and take you to dinner, or worse (leastwhys them kids). You'd think we'd be a pretty new-rotic lot--scared of our own shadow like our cuz, ol Puxatony Phil.
But you just gotta roll with the hard knocks, you see. Gotta keep your little Pdog feet under you, duck into the burrow when time's are bad, graze on green things when you can, enjoy the pups playin' round your feet. They's new pups ever year. New babies to get to know. Ever' one different, ever' one a promise. And old friends down the way. Ever' body watchin' ever'body else's back--looking for that hawk in the sky and just cussin' the weather and laughin' together.
We've all been around here a bit, been together in this here last little Pdog town in K County a long time. We're easy with one another. Know who the hotheads are. Know the wise ones. The silly ones. The loners and the compatriots. We don't got no losers here. The yips and barks are easy to hear, 'cause we've heard 'em since we was born.
So, let it rain in Oklahoma today. Let the water come drippin' down into the Pdog hole. Let ol' mom snap and fret at the pups. I got my feet up and my head back and my belly full and life is good.
Yes, sir and madam, life is durn good.