Well, have you ever?   The old woman and I were on our downtown walk in Montgomery this morning when two cars with Ohio license plates pulled up at the Historic Courthouse that is now a Community Center with a little park in the middle of town.   Of course, you know Slow LOVES to talk to anyone so she spoke to one of the Female Peeps who told her she liked our “little” town and My wasn’t it a beautiful “little” town, blah, blah, blah.   Whatever.   Then, the Old Geezer Male Peep she was with said to Slow Isn’t your dog an Airedale? to which Slow replied No, I don’t think he is and the Old Geezer Peep said Yes, I think he is but what did you do to his ears? because his ears are suppoed to flop over and not stand straight up.     Have you ever seen an Airedale with ears that stand straight up? to which Slow said Well, I don’t think my dog is an Airedale.   I think he’s a Welsh Terrier.  to which the Old Geezer Male Peep said No, I’m sure he’s an Airedale with the wrong ears.   Are you frigging kidding me?   What part of  I don’t think he’s an Airedale do you not understand?   Not an Airedale,  not an Airedale,   not an AIREDALE!!!   Welsh Terrier, you old twit!!!   You must be an IDIOT!!!   Step away from your vehicle and take a chill pill, but do not ever speak to us again!!!  

I must say those Peeps came dangerously close to ruining my entire outdoor experience with the old woman, but I was saved by the kindness of other Peep Strangers on Worsham Street.   As we passed the house on the corner of our block coming home, two very boisterous barking Pups flew to their fence and created a chaotic scene of cosmic proportions.   Honestly, you would have thought I was a serial killer on the loose.   I pretended not to notice them and ignored their rude behavior until I saw their two Little Girl Peeps coming out of the house to get the Pups to be quiet.   One of the Little Girl Peeps said, “I wish our dogs were like THAT little dog.   That little dog is a MODEL Dog and so cute and sweet.”    Out of the mouths of babes…

So, who is the Real Red Man?   Is he an Airedale disguised as a Welsh Terrier?   Is he a Model Dog for other Pups?   Or is he a mild-mannered reporter who fears Kryptonite more than COWS or H-O-R-S-E-S?   Look – faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive – it’s a bird – it’s a plane – it’s Super Red!   The Red Man marches to the beat of a different drummer but no one can deny his charisma!

Unfortunately, he’s also very tired and ready for his rest.   One of the Little Women of Worsham Street had a birthday today, and we had a fiesta for her tonight at our casa.   We Party, don’t we?   You betcha.

I’ll spend tomorrow with Auntie Am while Slow goes to see Granny Selma at the jail.   In the meantime, good night, Sports Fans.   I’ll be seeing you in all the old familiar places that this heart of mine embraces.   Or if not there, I’ll catch you at some exotic remote area with lots of doggie biscuits!