Yesterday started out with a bang because Paw Licker Annie and moi had the house to ourselves while the old woman Slow climbed up into the Dodge Dakota and drove off to visit her cousins, the Church Organist and the Country Farmer, at their place near Navasota which is twenty-five miles from Worsham Street. Our day was low-key and we slept most of the time she was gone. Ho hum. Nothing requiring any effort on The Red Man’s part.
Of course, Slow called Pretty as soon as she got home. Pretty was working at the Mast General Store this weekend and didn’t have but a second to hear about the cousins who were up in arms about Brother Number Three, the one we call the Guitar Player, because he sold their air compressor they needed to finish replacing the siding on the old home place for less than what they paid for it and now how were they ever going to get the nails in the siding? And to top it all off, the Guitar Player had used the money to buy bait and beer and gone fishing over at Lake Somerville. Could Pretty believe it? Evidently not since she hung up.
It was downhill after that.
One of the Little Women of Worsham Street on roof
The Tasmanian Devil worker bee across the street from us was on the roof cleaning out her gutters…in this HEAT. Slow started talking to her to try to get her down from the gutter project, but no way Jose. She was up there and by God, she was going to stay up there as long as she needed to. Well, The Red Man admires her spunk and gives her Paw Snaps and Twirls for the work she’s done on her vacation weekend. Her house is easy on the eyes, and we love to look at it.
While we were watching the roof drama unfold, PL Annie and I were compelled to go on DEFENSE to protect our house from invasion. In this HEAT.
Paw Licker Annie may be old, but she still likes a Barkarama
Unfortunately, her barking is directionally challenged
The root of all evil: Bickford, the C-A-T
Damn the torpedos! Full speed ahead! We must protect this house – from that Pompous Pussy! Scat, cat!
It’s a wonder I didn’t have a heat stroke running up and down the fence barking as loud as I could until Bickford leisurely strolled back to his yard. And instead of THANKING somebody for a job well done, I have to put up with Slow chasing around behind me trying to get me to go inside and be quiet. She can bite me.
All’s well that ends well, as The Red Man is fond of saying, and the ‘Hood was back to normal today. Across the Pond, however, it was V-Day on the grass courts for the Brits. After a short dry spell of only 77 years, the Wimbledon trophy stayed with a home boy and all of us at Casa de Canterbury and on Worsham Street salute him.
Here’s looking at you, Andy. You ain’t carrying that heavy burden anymore. It was a Wacky Wimbledon the past two weeks but you took the bull by the horns and came out the winner. Somewhere Rafa Nadal and Roger Federer were having strawberries and cream and a little bit of envy.
That’s it for now Sports Fans. Get me outta here Percy, I’m a Hot Dog tonight and I’m looking for the Cool…
Red's Rants and Raves 
I can just see the whole scene playing out with the lady on the roof and the dog and the cat. haha
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Glad you got the picture terry1954 – it was frightening!! 🙂
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yes it would be, but you handled it all like a pro!!!! hugs
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Thanks – 🙂
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Pompous Pussies get me all riled up too, Red Man. You live such an exciting life, I don’t know whether to join the French Foreign Legion or the Salvation Army. Tell Slow and Pretty to “never get out the boat,” to quote a French chef from “Apocolypse Now,” and “never leave Worsham Street,” to quote a beach bum lost in a cedar forest. Woof.
Later…
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Will do, coyotero2112 – hope you get back to the beach pronto if not sooner – you’re a lone voice crying in the cedar forest. 🙂 The Red Man sends you Paw Snaps across cyberspace tonight…
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I love the way Guitar Player sold the air compressor for bait and beer – those priorities are amazing! Keep barking at those cats, Red, it keeps them on their toes 😉
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Exactly diannegray – it’s a rough job, but somebody has to do it!! 🙂
P.S. I ordered your short stories book last week – the real book I can touch and feel – am looking forward to it!!
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Oh – thank you so much! Happy dancing now 😀 😀 😀
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🙂
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Brother number three had better watch out he doesn’t turn into bait himself. Keep up the vigil dear Red Man, you never know when those sneaky cats will start their invasion. It really was a red letter day for the Brits yesterday – didn’t he play well!
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Will keep our guards up on the cat front yard situation – and yes, Andy Murray played the match of his career yesterday! Imagine the pressure he’s felt for so long about this. Should be fun to see him play now without the weight of history on his racket! Wimbledon had incredible matches on both the women and men’s draws in the last two weeks. Sports give the best reality TV drama of all. Sports Fans hope for moments like that final.
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You’re right – it does give the best reality television even if it does seem surreal at times! It was a truly great Wimbledon even if a lot of people fell over 😉
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Surreal this year – exactly! 🙂
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Thanks for blogging about our dilemma, puts the tiniest bit of humor available for such a situation at this time. Guitar player is in for it…now that the weekend is over. He has a bit of explaining to do, quite a lot actually….. Church organist and Country farmer….thanks for visiting
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I am still unable to figure out the actions of Guitar Player. The Red Man was appalled. Enjoyed the visit and still enjoying the vegetables from the garden at the farm. Will see you soon!
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I have a few thoughts on all of this, Red Man. First, maybe if Guitar Player offered to share some of that beer he bought (I’m thinking he bought a *lot* of beer and bait with the proceeds from the air compressor sale), the relatives might relax a little. Second, good for Andy and good for my daddy because Mommy was starting to get a little impatient about all the tennis watching. And third, our silly humans expect us to protect life and property by barking at all pompous intruders, and then when we do our job they try to make us be quiet. Very confusing!
P.S. I don’t even know what to say about that crazy lady across the street. 😉
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As always Miss Harper Lee, you totally “get” the issues we’re facing over here on Worsham Street and The Red Man appreciates your understanding and good will. Yes, unfortunately Guitar Player got stranded at Lake Somerville late Sunday afternoon and called the other brothers to come get him and he was told No way and a few other things. Church Organist and Country Farmer are not happy. I’m sure the beer idea is a solid one. 🙂
Yes, tennis is over for a long time so your humans should get back to their routines and all will be smooth sailing at your casa. As for the other matters, sometimes our best intentions are not received well. The lady on the roof across the street made it down safely and the cat went home so the day ended on a positive note. Hope your week is a good one! Make every Bark count!
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Red Man’s got some “splainin to do” barking at cats. Here at the PussyPalace we chase dogs down the hall. We don’t run from barking. We fluff our fur up real big and hiss like a snake. It makes um run back to their on apartment whining. On the other hand: He who barks and runs away lives to bark another day!!
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Millie M, our street is full of cats! I think everybody on the street has more than one cat, and none of them fear the barking dogs! It’s too funny – you should see it – they’re not quite as ferocious as your PussyPalace divas, but they could care less about The Red Man’s shenanigans. For real. Could care less. 🙂
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NObody tells a story quite like Red!
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Thanks so much currentdescendent!! We appreciate your hanging in with us for our little stories!! 🙂
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Red Man, Ma is having a heck of a time keeping her peepers open tonight. I made her come over to say hi to you all before she conks out until 2 a.m. then wakes up wondering why there’s a computer on her chest.
I love a good Barkarama too and will be more than happy to bark at any old, dumb cat in sympathy with you and PL Annie. Not only are cats pompous, but they are downright sneaky. They can’t be trusted. Why Ma’s cats will even steal my kibbles if I turn my back to bark at squirrels. Cats should be outlawed!
Anyway, “Hi!” And Ma will check in later to “chat” when she can see clearly.
Love and fierce bow wow woofs,
Your Miss Poppy Seed
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Oh Miss Poppy Seed, The Red Man totally understands your dilemma with your Ma and her nocturnal difficulties. It’s a burden we have to bear, isn’t it? 🙂 Sounds like the cat situation at your house is totally out of control – we feel bad for you – particularly in the sneaky thievery of your kibbles. Unscrupulous. Dastardly. Shit house mouse and why aren’t they eating them?
Paw Snaps and Twirls from The Red Man to his favorite girl!
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