Saturday, March 26, 2011

Yeah Right Bucko...

               
A girlfriend called to say she was driving up to Washington state to spend a week with her sons, and would I like to ride along so I could spend some time with my Sean.  Took me about a minute to throw some clothes in my bag, make arrangements for Gus to stay with Marymine, and away I went. 
Spent a great week with my Sean and his girls. The girls and I did Fort Vancouver twice, and made hand puppets for their impromptu puppet show for Sean.  Those girls are inventive, we laughed and had a great time.
 Sean needed to find a home for his Queensland heeler, Jack.  After a call to Marymine to see if she was interested in adding to her pack, and an OK from my girlfriend, it was a go for Jack to ride home with us. 
Jack looks a lot like the Queensland heeler pictured above.  He is a dear sweet dog with very good manners, So I figured it would be smooth sailing getting him to Marymine's. 
Sean said he's a good traveler, except here I am driving a friend's car on a very busy 205 when he farts.  Now her car is nothing like my ol SUV, so I'm trying to drive, and roll down the window at the same time.  After we had nearly passed out from the fumes, I found the right button to push and aired us out.  We laughed, and said "Oh Jack you must have eaten something you shouldn't have".  On we went with me driving the Vancouver to Roseburg leg.  The next time he let one go we were in a driving rain storm and could only crack the windows, still able to laugh somewhat.  
Told my girlfriend of the time my cousins had sent a book to Sean's girls entitled "Walter the Farting Dog".  We had all gotten a kick out of that book, I must have read it to the girls a dozen times. 
Now it was starting to look like we had another five hours of driving with "Jack the Farting Dog".  We ran into snow on my next leg of driving, with no chains or 4 wheel drive it got a bit dicey. Jack the Farting Dog continued apace. Just about the time we would think he wasn't going to gas us again, he would let loose. Truckers would signal to us that our windows were down and it was snowing out, we pointed to Jack The Farting Dog, and kept on. We were starting to think it might be wise to stop at a WallyWorld and get gas masks. Tears were coming to our eyes, but it wasn't from laughter. We finally reached her place, switched my bags and Jack to my ol SUV for the last hour and a half  to my bunkhouse.  Pulled in, let Jack stretch his legs, retrieved Gus from Marymine's, and made Jack promise that he would Not fart in the bunkhouse.  He didn't, and now is happily living with the crew at Marymine's.  
When I called Sean to ask about Jack's fumigating specialty,  Sean said he probably was just plain scared to death riding with two ol ladies in that little car going thru rain and snow storms. Yeah right Bucko... 

10 comments:

  1. The giggles is the best way to start the day. Thanks, that was priceless.
    I live with a farting cat so I can empathise. And no, you never get used to it.
    Really fun post.

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  2. A Patti: Giggles are the best way to start most anything I'm thinking.

    Tabor: I have an idea how I will get even with my Bucko and eeeuuwww isn't the half of it, lol!

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  3. That's exactly what I was going to say. Jack was just nervous. Now that he's on solid ground, he will be fine (but don't feed him any bunkhouse beans).

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  4. What was that again about a pig in a poke - something like Fido with a Fart.
    Thanks for the laugh!
    XO
    WWW

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  5. I'm late to the party but ending the day laughing is pretty good too. I've had a tooting baby goat in my van too. The darlin' granddaughters tried to pin it on me.

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  6. Brighid, you are a treat. I could not stop laughing for quite a while. Thank you for that dose of much needed humour.

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  7. Oh good grief! This was so funny! We have a dog that throws up on car rides--I'm not sure which is worse.

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  8. Maybe Jack really was nervous. Or Sean pretended not to know so you'd happily take him to his new owner. Or he'd eaten a large helping of baked beans.

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