TUESDAY TAIL TALE: BANDAGES

MAYA TAIL BANDAGE BARLEY DARTS

Ow! Stop!  You’re killing me!  Just kidding.  I’m Maya and I fooled you, didn’t I?!   Honest, my eyes are wincing from the camera flash; not pain.  And I’m not crying wolf when I say I hurt my tail the other day.  Don’t know what happened, but when I got back inside, the tip was bleeding.  And every time I wagged my happy tail, I painted the cabinets and walls red.  Anyway, the bosses tried several different bandages and I kept taking them off.  Finally, they covered the bandage with (gasp!) duct tape.  Can you believe it?!  It’s so…so… tacky!

TUESDAY TAIL TALE: SPIRIT OF OLD RED

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I’m the spirit of Old Red.  Once in a while, I still wander these parts.  Wandering is how I ended up here in the first place.  A female caught my attention, if you know what I mean.  After that, I figured I’d hang around for a spell.  ‘Course,  I never made any promises that I’d stay.  At my age, ’twas best to take it day by day.  No sense, in gettin’ attached or nothin’.  Come to think of it, never could understand why folks make such a  fuss about staying in one place.  It’s a big world out there.  Travel light.  Go see it while you can.

 

 

 

TUESDAY TAIL TALE: MAYA

Maya by Wagon Wheel Richard C Photography

 

Yeah, you caught me napping on the job.  It’s no big deal.  I’m Maya, Senior Guard Dog at Barley Darts.  The pay sucks, but I get free room and board.  At least the food ain’t half bad.  Meals vary and I have time to choke ’em down.

The last couple of weeks have been tough.  It’s been way too hot.  The bugs won’t leave me alone.  I hate those gosh-darn weed seeds, too.  They’re at just the right height to get in my eyes.  How the heck am I supposed to do my job?  I tell ya, I’ll go blind at this rate.  But I don’t dare complain.  At least I have a job.  That’s more than some folks.

I’m gettin’ close to retirement, too.  Thank God!  I don’t know how anyone puts up with all these young’uns.  Just the other day, the bosses brought in another one.  All these whippersnappers wanna do is run around!  Heck, half the time they go in circles and never get anything done.

And they don’t show anyone respect.  They constantly pick and poke at everything and everyone.  Pfft.  If the bosses expect me to teach them anything, they’re crazy!   I can’t even keep ’em all in a straight line.  Shoot!  I gave up a long time ago.