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Ramble on Wayne! Ramble on Garth!

East of  Cotulla 80 days into what was supposed to be a 40 day job.  They trip pipe, they go back in the hole.  The directional crew shows up, they go home, they come back a week later.  Flatbeds of casing pipe show up at midnight and are gone by first light.  The company supplying drill bits is here 3X in one day and stays gone for the next 2 weeks.  It has been a tight hole for the last 6 weeks.  I got no clue what is going on up there.  We may be here until Christmas.

Tuco the Dog and a stale dinner roll. 5 minutes later she was outside and it was buried. So if you ever pull up on a new assignment  and start scratchin’  caliche around on the pad and unearth a dinner roll………

Tuco the Dog

Monday of this week I was shaking off the sleep at 330am starting the shift– just me and my running buddy Tuco the Dog.  Normal routine is she snoozes the dark hours away with her head on my foot.  If the dinger goes off, she is up to answer the call just like me.  Who knows?  The rig boys might have some french fries or a piece of McMuffin biscuit to share with a silly dog!  Something was off this morning though.   She was restless and I kept getting the paw on my knee which meant “I need something”  Usually I can say “Show me”   and she will go to the door for outside or to the place where Tuco Food is stored or she will look up at the Secret Cabinet where Mom hides THE TREATS.   Not so much this morning.  She would paw and then just back off and look at me.  Something was afoot.

Miss Kathy got up around 11am and I said right out of the gate  “Your dog is sick.”  Serious stuff right there folks because I usually don’t even look in her general direction until she is on the second cup of coffee.  It was serious enough I called my Dad who was a small animal veterinarian before he became a Professional Abuelo.   Consensus was Tuco the Dog had an intestinal blockage or pyometra.   The Plan was for Miss K to run her up to the vet the next morning.   Now, I know I am not the toughest guy that ever wore shoes but I do have a thick hide on me.  Still yet, I went to bed fretting over that silly dog.   230am the next morning,  I rolled out and Miss K said there had been no improvement over night.  I told her to go lay down and get 6-7 hours of sleep and then she could do the vet thing.

Well, it didn’t work out that way.  Along about daylight,  Tuco the Dog took a turn for the worse.  The labored breathing turned to panting gasps and the paw on my knee was repeated over and over   —  and she was drooling.  She generally never drools unless there is pimento cheese or braunschweiger sausage and Zesta saltines involved.  She is an outright fool over that braunschweiger.  I had no choice but to go get Miss K up and tell her to get her britches on and it not even good daylight yet.   One cup of coffee later,   Miss Kathy and Tuco the Dog were headed north to the Devine Veterinary Clinic.  I told Miss K to text me the MINUTE she found out what was up.

I have been around veterinarians all my life.  Hell, I even went one on one  steady with a veterinarian of the female persuasion for a good long while.  Tuco the Dog had been up to see Dr. Yarbrough (sp?) at Devine the month previous for a general dog type physical and  Miss K was favorably impressed.  Along about 11 or so my flip phone squawled and Miss K wrote me and said Tuco the Dog had a badly torn diaphragm muscle and all the symptoms she was showing were due to the pain.  Well, hell yeah!  I can live with that.  Tuco the Dog got a scrip for some doggie narcotics for the pain and all was well in Gate Guard Land.    Folks,  I can’t recommend Devine Veterinary Clinic enough.   It is almost a 150 mile round trip for us and I would not hesitate to make the trip if Tuco the Dog needs further medical treatment.  They are nothing but GOOD folks.  Tell Doc that Tuco the Dog sent ya.

Misty Fall morning in the Eagle Ford

The Internet Hosepipe

We use a Millenicom aircard with Verizon service for our internet.  Cell service is with AT&T.  Without the Wilson Electronics 801245 SOHO AG 60 Adjustable Gain Cell Phone Signal Booster
we got nada here at this location.   The Verizon service here is frustrating because we’re right on the edge of the Land of No Cell Phone Towers. Some days it is like standing under a Niagara Falls of bits and bytes and the pages open faster than fast.  Some mornings, like this one, I feel like I am sucking the Internet out one electron at a time through one of those teeny red straws that you fit on the nozzle of a compressed air can. I am tempted to throw the Yagi antenna on the pole out back and try to zoom in on that Verizon tower but I keep putting it off.   The way I got it set now it is boosting both the AT&T signal and the Verizon signal.   If I kill Miss K’s iPhone signal I will get a double dog stinkeye.  Ummmm, forget I even brought that Yagi thing up.

…… and all I wanted to do was guard me some gates and be a quality blogger dude.

Beat me like a rented mule…..

When you been around the blogosphere for a bit and you got a few folks reading your stuff, I guess you gain a little notoriety.   Being as how I have always been somebody that would tell you exactly how the cow ate the cabbage,  I tend to have strong opinions and I am not the least bit bashful to throw them out there.

So, I provide some good blog fodder for folks that disagree with my opinions.  Being as how this is still a Free Country and all, I say more power to ya.  The first time I got crossed up with some folks was when I said I thought bringing a nice new RV into the South Texas pucker brush to gate guard was silly.   If it was me,  I would have an older trailer house with a dent here and there and some duct tape holding something fairly important together.   Those good folks with the shiney shined motor coaches and fancy dan fifth wheelers are still going to be finding caliche dust in the nooks and crannies 5 years after they see their last gate.  Not to mention the pack rats and other critters  gnawin’ on your electricals and pipes and such.  Don’t even get me started on what a wacky generator will do to all the tender electronics they pack into these new recreational vehicles.  If it was me, I would gate guard in an older model with linoleum rug on the floor and save my petro-dollars for a new shiny RV just perfect for the day when I retire to that place where they water the grass and ride around in golf carts.

Just lately, I made the mistake of saying I didn’t like to publish a piece unless I had something to say.   Something to say that wasn’t the same yada yada day after day.  Truthfully, I have probably mentioned it several times over; not just that once.  I think it a foolish notion that a blogger should feel compelled to write daily or every other day or when all they got is what they ate for breakfast.   Hell fire, sometimes all I wanna do is watch Dancing with the Stars or Sons of Anarchy  on the DVR……  And do I think to myself  “Ooooooooo, this is going to make a GREAT blog post!”   Do y’all really expect drivel such as that to appear here?

I would like to think I write better than when I first started years back.  That is what I like to think.  That is my opinion.

Maybe my Policy Statement explains it better —  I bet most of y’all had no idea I even had a policy statement.  LOL!  Yeah I got me one of those.

In part:

I offer opinions as-is, where is. I rarely cite support for my opinions so they are, in that sense, unwarranted. If I do cite support it may be from some itinerant author who has no more sense of propriety or accuracy than do I. I come by them largely by having lived and watched and listened rather than by argument or persuasion. My opinions are, therefore, not particularly accessible by debate or vulnerable to claims of illegitimacy. I will entertain opposing opinion but I feel no inclination, much less obligation, to discuss or defend my own. Whatever usefulness or amusement the reader may find in them is their own business.

Blog on Wayne!

Blog on Garth!

 

 

End Note: Hold Your Head Up by Argent from The Argent Anthology.   Cat Bone selection from the Zune to start the day.  Took me right back to the Knoxville Civic Coliseum  ca. 1974.  Argent headed the bill that night.  A little 5 footer named Karen Johnston had my full attention.  Black hair  all the way down to her butt and the alabaster skin of a china doll.  Her butt  looked choice in those Levi hip huggers. ….and she always smelled good.  (Uh, that didn’t come out right.)  Her neck smelled good.   Most likely there was some big marijuanas smoked and some twist off wine drunk.  What can I say? It was what it was.

So, umm, this video is from back in the day when they played LIVE on TV.    Novel concept, huh?  Watch the video young ‘uns.  It is pretty amazing what can come out of 2 stringed instruments, a simple drum kit and an old Hammond B3.

 

 

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18 comments to Ramble on Wayne! Ramble on Garth!

  • Oh I’m so glad your doggie is OK, that sounded like it could have ended up badly. I hope she heals fast.

    Your writing cracks me up as usual. Thank you so much for the continuous reality checks on gate guarding. I’ve killed that fantasy of mine for now (I’m not tough enough, I know it!), but I still love living vicariously through your experiences. Write away.

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    • Andrew

      Gracias Senora!

      Tuco the Dog is responding nicely to treatment

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  • Joel

    Glad the shaggy dog story had a happy ending.

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  • Jim

    Love the music clip!
    The best part is they wrote all teir own music back then too.

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  • David

    Glad Tuco is OK. I was bracing for a different ending.

    My first trip to the Knoxville Coliseum was for Grand Funk, probably ’72.

    Did you ever go to the ORHS dances at the Civic Center? I think a regular band they had was Shadrack, maybe from Bristol, that did a good job with “Hold Your Head Up”.

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    • Andrew

      Sure did David!

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    • Joel

      Used to go to the ORHS dances at the Civic Center, and before that at the armory. Lotsa fun.

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  • TexasCruiser

    Just popped in too see how Tuco was doing and I’m glad the doggy drugs have helped. Our cat (with a Tasmanian Devil attitude) had inoperable cancer last fall and I get choked up anytime someone’s furry friends are sick.

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  • Lynette Bailey

    Glad Tuco is better. How is a diaphram tear repaired? IMO, you made a good choice of vets. Our home base is Hondo and we know that the “locals” take their animals to Doc Yarborough.

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  • Tuco has had a regression. She was feeling like her old self on Friday, then Saturday a turn for the worse. Dr. Yarborough has said continue the meds for two more days. If no improvement I have to take her back in. The vet office has kindly mailed me more drugs to treat her. But, I don’t think I can wait. She’s in alot of pain. So I will drive back to the vet on Tuesday. Doc may want to do an ultrasound to see if the muscle is torn as opposed to pulled.
    We think she did this by “stretching” when she woke up. After sleeping for five hours she will bow down and stretch her neck and front legs and then stick her back legs out to stretch and wake them up. I think she just stretched too much one morning. It pulled her “Thorax” muscle. So it is a tricky spot.

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  • Joel

    Tuco update, please.

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    • Andrew

      Thanks for asking Joel. She is off the drugs and probably at 90%. She has taken over Miss K’s heating pad.

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  • Tuco has recovered. She curled up on her spot on the sofa last night. That’s the first time in weeks. She does still come over and nose the heating pad and say “put that on my back!”.
    But, I can happily live with that.

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  • LJ

    reading the pet stories, it’s easy to remember the farm thing for us. We had a 65 acre hunting dog training area as part of the farm, where locals brought their trailing dogs to chase fox and coyotes that we bought from veternarians that trapped them in N.M. several area neighbors raised hunting dogs, so we had plenty of barking and howling around that farm. Our backyard was the Ouchita nalt forest w/ plenty of game, like coyote singing harmony w/ the pinned in dogs, along w/ 9 cats that helped w/ rodent control, several dogs that people thought we needed, and a family of potbellied pigs someone else thought we could’nt live without. So here we were, me a city boy, 4 teenagers, 30,000 laying chickens, a small herd of cattle, along w/ the above formentioned critters, all of whom needed feeding. what fun! Ideal way of life never settled in. Me and my big ideas of being part of the fabric of community that never came to be. There wasnt time for anything but sweat, nightmares, and constant concern over how many things could effect those finicky chkns. On top of it all, the farmer neighbors were plenty miffed, because We insisted on paying our hired help about double what the good ol boys had become used to paying their workers, and word got around quick how I was upsetting things. Sabotaged equipment under cover of darkness was in steady supply, for this new chkn farmer. Another one was prone to shooting over heads from a distance, just so I could hear the zinging of the occassional bullet. I’ve always been around guns, but never felt compelled to being constanty armed until the hearty welcome of overhead rounds from that one particular a..hole

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