Archive for January, 2017

Couldn’t find him…

It was about two weeks ag0.  I had a delivery to make in the south-east part of town.  It was bitter cold.  Winds blew my cap off and I slipped on the ice trying to retrieve it.  Down I went…on my bad elbow.  The pain shot straight to my mouth which in turn shouted some pretty bad stuff.  Slowly, begrudgingly, I stood, both in pain and embarrassed.  My cap had blown into the frigged  creek, I had torn my coat sleeve, and two motorists sat in their cars amused.  I don’t know where ‘mad’ comes from, but it found me, and I was pissed.  I don’t know what I was mad at, the ice, the wind, my clumsiness, whatever, mad had me and I need to vent.

I made my delivery and upon returning to my car found a scrawny cat sitting by the door, meowing like I was his savior.  Still mad, I pushed passed him, and drove away.

Now friends, you don’t know me.  Animals have been a significant part of my life for all my life.  On any other day, I would have scooped that cat into my arms and taken him to my home, it would have been his kitty heaven.  But for some stupid reason, because I was still ‘mad’ for falling and making a general fool of myself, I drove home empty handed.

I couldn’t sleep that night.  And I could barely wait for daybreak.  As soon as the sun brightened, I headed for south-east hills.  I spent most of the morning calling for him, but he wasn’t to be found.

I still worry about him, wondering if he found a home, or if he is still wandering about.

There’s always a price to pay for ‘mad.’  I should have known better.

Pick it…

Can’t afford a new sound system for my guitar, so I bought a new pick.img_3473




This is the thing these days, with people out of work and needing cash.

Beware, it’s headed your way.

Just last weekend on Friday night we parked in a public parking area. As we drove away I noticed a sticker on the rear window of the car. When I took it off after I got home, it was a receipt for gas.. Luckily my friend told me not to stop as it could be someone waiting for me to get out of the car.. Then we received this email yesterday:




Heads up everyone! Please, keep this circulating.. You walk across the parking lot, unlock your car and get inside. You start the engine and shift into reverse..

When you look into the rearview mirror to back out of your parking space, you notice a piece of paper stuck to the middle of the rear window. So, you shift into Park, unlock your doors, and jump out of your car to remove that paper (or whatever it is) that is obstructing your view. When you reach the back of your car, that is when the carjackers appear out of nowhere, jump into your car and take off. They practically mow you down as they speed off in your car.

And guess what, ladies? I bet your purse is still in the car.

So now the carjacker has your car, your home address, your money, and your keys. Your home and your whole identity are now compromised!


If you see a piece of paper stuck to your back window, just drive away. Remove the paper later. And be thankful that you read this e-mail. I hope you will forward this to friends and family, especially to women. A purse contains all kinds of personal information and identification documents, and you certainly do NOT want it to fall into the wrong hands.

Please keep this going and tell all your friends


A dog’s purpose!!!

It is impossible for me to ignore the video that has surfaced regarding the movie A Dog’s Purpose and the training of a German Shepherd where the dog is forced into raging waters by his trainer.   I CAN speak out because my history of training more than 14,000 dogs allows me to do so.  The production company, including the director and actors, can make all the excuses they deem necessary to save the movie, but what I saw in that video speaks volumes about everyone involved.  No ‘investigation’ is necessary.  No script changes are necessary.  No changes in trainers are necessary. No firings are necessary.  No apologies are necessary.  It is not A DOG’S PURPOSE to be treated in this manner, and no person who truly loves animals should support this movie no matter what changes are made.  Again, the video speaks for itself.  The trainer, the writer, the director, the producer, the actors, should all be ashamed of themselves.  By the way, I could have trained that dog to swim in those same raging waters with very little training and props.

The sound of food…


Who says dogs don work for food!

The Pack

image001.pngCesare Brai’s photo.
“A wolf pack on the move :
 The first 3 are the old or sick, they give the direction and pace to the entire pack. If it was the other way round, they would be left behind, losing contact with the pack. In case of an ambush they would be sacrificed;
 Then come 5 strong ones, the front line; 
 In the center are the rest of the pack members; 
 Then the 5 strongest following. Last is alone, the Alpha Wolf.
He controls everything from the rear. In that position he can see everything, decide the direction. He sees all of the pack.
The pack moves according to the elders’ pace and help each other, watch each other.
Again I am left speechless by nature … I knew that wolves are different, but didn’t realize how much we could learn from them…
I didn’t know wolves put the elders of the pack FIRST …. a lot of people on this planet should take note… they are to be seen up front,setting the pace and direction while enjoying the protection of the rest… and not invisible at the back of the line.”
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Falling temps…

I don’t know about you, but it is difficult for me to respond appropriately to events that may interrupt my activities. It’s a weakness I have to deal with. As an example, driving into town the other day to have lunch with a friend I was behind time because of the winter conditions. And then I saw it. My first thought was that I wished I hadn’t seen it. But I had. And even though I would be late for lunch, and even though my cell phone was dead and I couldn’t contact my friend, still…I had to stop.
The pup was under a bush, snow covered, but his eyes met mine as I drove by. My high school drivers-ed instructor would not have approved of my reaction. I hit the brakes, completed a perfect 360 before sliding into someones driveway.
I ran to the pup just as did two other folks coming from different directions.
The debate between the three of us did not take very long. “Bill, my 12-year-old Labrador died last week,” she said. “I’d like to take him.”
Sorry for taking so long to get to my point. This is a tough time of year for animals living on the streets. Cold winter brings freezing temperatures. So as you go about your winter activities, be on the lookout for strays, both animal and human, needing a helping hand.

The Legend continues…

I have not been hounded by the following question, but there have been a few inquiries.  “What is the status of the followup to The Bog, The Legend of Man’s Best Friend.”

I can tell you it is in process.

I don’t lean positively to such words as “goal” or “objective.”  I see them as words of constraint.  Rather, I will tell you that I will keep you abreast of my progress which, save for poor health or death, will put the book in your hands, should you wish, before you celebrate the coming of 2018.

That being said, I gotta get truckin’.  Best, JohnIMG_2052 (2)