Danny Escapes

Is she gone yet?

FREEDOM! At long last, I was free for a short while today. I’m Danny the Dog and I write about my adventures in these pages. For the neophytes in the crowd, I’ll explain that I live on a boat with my human (whose name is Andrew) in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. To set this story up correctly, I’ll have to go over some previously disclosed material.

Every morning I take Andrew for a walk, and when we return, he ties my leash to the dock. There is a bowl of water and the leash is twenty feet long, so I have no problem with that because I like sitting outside in the cool of the morning. To thank me for talking him for his walk, he gives me a hotdog every morning (yummy, my favorite!). And then he lets me sit outside until the sun comes fully up. And as an extra bonus, I get to bark at Duke and Little Guy, two dogs that live across the water on the other side of the marina. Can you believe this? Every morning they have the effrontery to come out of their boat and take their humans for a walk. In my marina!

Now on to the great escape.

Our routine is this: I’ll sit on the dock until I’m good and ready to go in. Then I’ll give my one bark command and Andrew will come out and unclip me from the leash. I then proceed to the back of the boat and go down the gangplank. It works for us, but this morning I had another idea. You see, on the way back to the boat, I had detected an enticing scent. It was some sort of human food. But Andrew would not let me get near it. And the day I can’t outsmart Andrew is the day I’ll turn in my membership card to the canine race.

What I did differently this morning was to smile at him when he unclipped me and then I lay down on the dock. I put my chin on my front paws; I looked so cute. It gets him every time. I looked like I wasn’t going anywhere. So Andrew told me he’d give me five more minutes, and then I had to come inside. His big mistake was in not re-attaching me to the leash. As soon as the door closed, I was outta there.

I headed right for the scent I had discovered earlier. What I found was scrumptious. I don’t know what it was, but it was delicious.  Then I thought to myself, as long as I’m out and about, I might as well do a little exploring. First, I would go and visit my friend Beth. She always has a kind word for me, rubs my head, and best of all, she gives me a goodie. She must not have been on her boat because I did not see her. So next, I trotted a few boats up the dock to call on Lloyd. His treats aren’t as good as Beth’s, but he’s a good guy. He wasn’t home either. This was getting ridiculous! Where is a dog supposed to cadge a free treat? Then it hit me, Dave and Peggy’s. They live with Duke and Little Guy, so if I can let those two curs live in my marina; the least their humans can do is feed me. Maybe if I looked real cute and sad I could con them into giving me something special.

No dice, no one home. Then I heard it, the voice of doom. “DANNY! DANNY!” It was Andrew calling to me. I don’t know why he does that. I have never responded in any way, shape or form to his calling me in the entirety of our acquaintance.

I saw him before he saw me and ducked behind a car. I let him pass, still calling my name, and then I headed in the opposite direction. That was my mistake; I should have stayed hidden. Andrew turned and saw me and yelled very loud, “STAY!”

I don’t know what came over me, but for the first time in my life, I obeyed him. It must have been something in his voice. I think he was a little angry with me. And I was re-leashed up before I knew it.

Well, that’s the story of my career as an escapee. Andrew was a little ticked off with me, but after I sat through his lecture about running away, I still got half a hotdog when we got home. What a sucker he is.

No Earthly Good


At dinnertime we talked about Charlie. Charlie was somethin’ else. People always said that he was of no earthly good, but Charlie showed us all.

Daddy shook his head as he cut his meat and said, “You believe that about Charlie?” No one answered, sister started to cry.

I grew up with Charlie. He was the first boy that I ever kissed. Him, brother and I would go swimming down to the swimming hole in the summertime. I think sister was sweet on him, but she never said nothing about it cause momma always said Charlie was a bad sort.

Charlie’s people came from the wrong side of the tracks. He never wore store bought clothes and his hair was always a mite too long. But his smile would brighten anyone’s day.

Charlie died today.

He was down to the highway, walking along the side. As he passed the Gentry house, the baby came out of the yard and walked onto the highway just as the car came out nowhere. It was moving fast. Charlie only had time to jump in front of it and push the baby to safety.

Still sister cries.

Now . . . no one says that Charlie was of no earthly good.

A Sleepy Delta Day


It was a sleepy delta day and I was out in the field, picking cotton, down in the lower forty. Momma came to me with the news.

My man killed himself.

Billy Joe was my life. Billy Joe was my everything.

He was a long way from home when he died. He should have been here with me, not out chasing money.

It was me that drove him off. I was always going on about how I wanted this and that. Now all I want is my Billy Joe.

It don’t seem right that I’m here and he ain’t.

I think I’ll go to him.

The mountain ain’t that high, I can be on top by sunset.

I said good-bye to momma and started out.

I’m wearin’ the dress that Billy Joe bought me last spring. He always said how pretty I looked in it.

As I walk up the mountain, I smile. I’m thinking on my Billy Joe.

The sun is just going down over the mountain. The sky is orange and pink.

I’m now up on the ridge.

Billy Joe always said I didn’t have a lick of sense. I reckon I don’t cause I wouldn’t be doin’ what I’m doin’.

I loved you so much Billy Joe, and I am so sorry for my ways.

It’s a long way down, but when I get there, I’ll be with my Billy Joe.

It’s a sleepy dusty delta day.

In the Early Morning Rain


I have a longing in my heart. I have a yearning in my soul, as I stand here in the early morning rain. I’d best be on my way, but the thought of you keeps me here.

I was leaving this town cause I could find no work. I am down to my last dollar. Then I saw you.

I have nothing; I am nothing, so I cannot approach you. Instead, I stand here in the early morning rain and look to where you live. I only want one more look at you and then I’ll go. One look at you through a window, in the early morning rain.

I have no place to go . . .  I have no one that cares for me . . . but I have the vision of you in my heart. That will sustain me . . . if I can only see you one more time, in the early morning rain.

I’m a long way from home, in miles and in time. I’ve been alone forever. I thought I needed no one, but now after having seen you but once, I find myself in the early morning rain with an aching in my heart.

There you are. You passed by the window, it was only a glimpse I had of you. Now I’ll be on my way. I could have loved you so much, but that will not be.

This old world has me down . . . as I stand here in the early morning rain.

The Cowboy that Loves You So True


“You have to walk that lonesome valley for yourself.”

That is what I thought until I found you.

I was going down that trail. I was gonna make my way, my own way, until you.

I was once so lonely . . . I was once without you. Now you are my life.

Twas a feelin’ . . . twas something that brought us together. Twas love.

I ain’t much for words . . .  I’m a saddle tramp.  But I can put into words these feelings I have for you.

Tomorrow I head out for the drive to Abilene. I’ll be punchin’ cows and eatin’ dust, but I’ll be thinking of you.

Round the fire at night while the other boys are swappin’ their lies, I’ll be thinking of you.

I am the cowboy that loves you so true.


Redemption Book Cover

Three men come together in the town of Redemption Colorado. Each for his own purpose. Huck Finn is a famous lawman not afraid to use his gun to protect the weak. He has come to right a terrible wrong. After his wife’s death, Tom Sawyer does not want to live anymore; he has come to die. The third man, the Laramie Kid, a killer Huck and Tom befriended years earlier has come to kill a man. For these three men Death is a constant companion. For these three men it is their last chance for redemption.


Danny Gets Rained On



I’m in a foul mood today, so this communiqué will be short. It’s been raining for three days and three nights, and one more day of this miserable weather and I’m going to have Andrew build us an ark. Well, maybe not, seeing as how we already live on a boat. “We” being myself, Danny the Dog and my human, Andrew.

The thing about rain I don’t like is that it’s wet. It soaks your fur; it keeps you inside when you could be out chasing cats or running down a tantalizing scent. And to top it off, it brings thunder with it. And I don’t like thunder! Another thing I don’t like about rain is that one has to go outside to do one’s “business.” Hey . . . I can hold it. I’ll wait until it’s dry outside, but Andrew insists that I go out at least twice a day, rain or shine.

When it’s raining, Andrew puts on some sort of yellow getup that keeps him dry, but does he have one of those things for me? Nope!

So for three days now he’s forced me, against my will, to go outside with him in the rain. If I knew how to use a phone, I’d report him to the Humane Society. But I show him. When we come back, I jump up on the bed and roll around until I’m dry. I don’t mind wet sheets, but for some reason Andrew does.

So here I sit at his computer. The big lummox is in the bedroom reading a book, and I know with a certainty that he’s going to come out here in the next few minutes and say, “Okay boy, let’s go for a walk.” And I’ll be thinking, “Okay human, how about I just bite you instead?”

Here he comes. I’ll let you know tomorrow if we went out in the rain or I bit him.