Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Yee Haw! Franklin at your service.

Howdy y'all. I'm Franklin. Someone thought all these sheep needed a watchdog to protect the flock and keep 'em out of trouble, so here I am. A dog's gotta do what a dog's gotta do. I came to live with this feller named John in Iowa City. He feeds me, and lets me look yonder out the window for coyotes and other varmints that might be out to get the flock. I bark at 'em, but the neighbors don't like that much.

I grew up in the high plains. My momma taught me to mind my manners at the food bowl, keep my nose clean, and to always be nice to the ladies. People think I'm stupid because I talk kinda slow, but you'd be surprised… I catch on perdy quick.

When I'm not barkin' at the coyotes, eatin' chow, or pickin' guitar with John, I like to practice my ropin' skills. See, I wanna be a rodeo dog someday. I'm still a young pup, so I think I can get there. In the meantime, I'll watch over this loco flock. They are a pretty good group of sheep, it just kinda tough to figure out what in tarnation they're doing sometimes.

But heck, as my good old buddy Waylon Jennings used to say, "I may be crazy, but it keeps me from going insane."

Y'all ride safe now, ya here? I'm gonna get some shut eye... I hope the sheep don't get out!

11 comments:

Justin said...

Sure you been keeping that nose clean Franklin. You look a little tipsy

Erin said...

Hmmm...are you like a dolphin and sleep with one eye open or the sheep running crazy when you are not watching?

Franklin said...

I learned out on the trails to always sleep with one eye open, and to keep your six shooter under your nap sack.

Might have been a little tipsy, John left the wisky out again.

Justin said...

Oh, well that makes sense. Good to know your protecting our little lost sheep John. Way to take one for the team.

Erin said...

Great we have a trigger happy booze hound and he knows where I keep my six shooter. Guess I will have to move it.

John said...

So that's what happened to my bottle of BV... I was starting to suspect the roommate.

I think Franklin has his paws full with your lost sheep, especially considering he's already hitting the bottle.

Jesse said...

We don't need no stinking sheep sitter! We all good without being watched.

Sheepy said...

Yup we have it all under control. Don't look at that. It is just a figment of your imagination. Don't give in to the imaginary side. We are all fine. No sheep mischief here.

Erin said...

Franklin, I might need you to come visit us. I thin the sheep might be up to something. You know when I go to work I do worry. I just hope your not as big a drunk as John tells me you are.

Franklin said...

Don't you worry lil' missy, I can hold my liquor just fine...

Sheepy and Jessy, you better watch it or I'll tan your hides!

Jesse said...

O...tanning. Erin told us they don't make sheep tanning booths.