Okay, starting to take flak again for not posting.
Time for spinnin' yarns has been tough to come by of late.
The two legged kids have been on hiatus for the last two weeks, so Director of Operations has been doin' triple time, and trying to keep the canners running in the spare moments.
Will try to sit down here shortly and catch you up on the homestead news, but gotta tell a Polly Wog story before i forget it. I have already lost one from earlier in the summer in which Bob the Bull sent The Wog flying. Will see if i can get Uncle Boo to refresh my memory so i can share it with ya.
In the meantime, let's see if this will tie you over...
Bob the Bull was sold to a ranch about 40 miles away.
Everybody say Aaawwww!
Fear not! There are still Bob stories to be told.
Seems the new owner has been having a bit of trouble with Bob, and called Uncle Boo to ask for help.
Boo said he would be glad to come over there and corral Bob, for a small fee.
The rancher about had a fit and refused to pay $100 to have the bull dealt with.
A week later, the rancher calls back and is willing to fork it over.
Boo loads up Polly and the Polaris, and heads over the hill.
Boo, the rancher, and Polly climb aboard the Polaris, and Boo asks, "Okay, where is Bob?"
To which the rancher responds, "Who is Bob?"
"Bob the Bull."
"You mean that bull has a name?"
They head out to a back pasture, and Polly musta been able to smell ol' Bob, because she started shaking and whining.
Bob was spied, laying down with a bunch of heifers.
At about 50 yards out, Polly was so frenetic that she was about to lift off.
Boo asks the rancher where he wants Bob, and the rancher points out a corral some ways off.
Boo says, "Polly, look at that corral over there!! I want Bob in that corral!! Now GO!!!!!!!"
Polly, without benefit of a cape or power bands, flies out of the Polaris, barking as she makes a mad dash in Bob's direction.
At the first bark, Bob turns his head, then gets up. Polly gets up to him, and the two stood there, giving each other the hairy eyeball. The line was drawn in the pasture.
Polly took off again, runs right between his front legs and jumps up to bite him in the dangly bits.
Bob took off at an expedited pace, and was chased into the appointed corral.
Boo and the rancher drove up in the Polaris and closed the gate.
Boo then proceeded to grab a handful of range cubes and hand feed Bob.
The rancher was stunned, unbelieving, because apparently, no one had been able to get near Bob, and no one had been able to herd him. Bob had been a real nuisance.
But of course, Polly's skills were what really astounded the old man.
He said, "I have been ranching for over 50 years, and I have had many a good cow dog, but I have NEVER seen anything like that."
The rancher pulled out his foldin' money and handed Boo a hundred dollar bill. "This is what I owe you."
Then he peeled off another hundred, and handed it to Boo, and said, "And this one is so you can buy that dog a steak."
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