Man, it has been a long time since this ol' Pdog found his way up the Pdog hole. The fur was flyin' down below this year, what with the earth shakin' and the dust blowin' and the rain comin' all unexpected like. Drought and flood--that's Oklahoma for you. And them tremors rattlin' the windows and collapsing tunnels. We spent a heck of a lot of time rebuilding, pushing dirt and herdin' young'uns.
Ol' Mom Earth is tired of us, you know. Rollin' her shoulders and grumblin' and itchin' to throw us off. It's shaky for us'uns living down under, and I look at the weather and just gotta shrug and say, Who Knows? You know? Ol' Farmer K, he gave it up this year, moved into town close to the kids and we're watchin' that real estate sign blow and wonderin' what's comin' next.
Hennessey's on the move, new motel in town, new buildin' going on, lots of folks comin' and goin' and lookin' up at that glory of a sky and those calico sunsets and sayin' they's found home. Here in the Pdog town, we don't know what to make of all that. There's hope in the air, even with the dust and the dirt tremors and I gotta tell you, that's catchin'. This ol' Pdog grumbles and mumbles and wonders where it'll all end, but I been around a long time, longer time than you'd expect from an old Pdog, and I'm still here and the Pdog town's still here and that human town is still here and there's new pups this spring, so I s'pose we's on the rise.
I'm guessin' spring'll come and it'll rain again, one of these days. I just wish that dang ol' polar express'd move its station.