Dad: A son’s first hero, a daughter’s first love.

Ziggy is really trying my patience.
He got out again this morning & just—zoom—took off. He went about 4 or 5 blocks over. I mean, he was way-way away from the house. They were on their way to church, so I told them to just go I'd chase him, but Heron kept chasing him, so I trailed behind.

Here we are, it's pouring down rain, it's thundering, it's lightning, and we're dashing through mud puddles up above our ankles. He's leading us on a merry chase, with Cowboy slowly trailing behind us in the van, yelling at us to just let the blankity-blank thing run.

I admit, when he hit the road leading towards the back country where Cowboy used to hunt, I was about ready to just let him go. I mean, I'm out in sandals & getting soaked to the skin, and I'm not about to go on a dang 2-3 mile chase.

Heron finally gave up, and they left me, so I got him under some guy's shed, I was praying I didn't get snake bit or shot, and I just held my hand out. Shoot, he stopped, gave me a bug-eyed stare & sat down. I zapped the leash on him as quick as lightning and headed home.

I guess Cowboy either felt sorry for me or was afraid I might not be able to find my way back home, he came back & gave us a ride home. Dang dumb dog.

At least, the rest of the day was more calm. The rain quit, the sun came out & we just had a relaxing day. CA came over.

Let's see—we didn't do anything today. I mean, we made it a day of rest, sorta. Cowboy doesn't know what rest is. He went out to strip copper after church. Crazy man.

Oh, I screwed dinner up. I tried a new seasoning hickory smoke something, and it made the steaks stink, but still be tasteless. And they were tough as whit leather, the baked potatoes were hard as a rock, despite being cooked for an eternity. Poor old Cowboy didn't complain, though. I guess he's used to my sucky cooking. The cheesecake turned out OK, though.

After evening service, they went fishing. They actually caught something this time. Heron & CA are out there cooking a mess of fish up now. Badger was really excited, but she says she isn't going to eat any. I can't say I blame her, that river isn't exactly pristine clean.

I guess as far as father's days goes—this wasn't Cowboy's best one, but it wasn't so bad either. I mean, I never had a father to celebrate, so you know he just has to overlook the fact that I don't get all enthusiastic about this day.

I'm heading to bed & seeing if there is anything good on TV tonight. Raven is watching a stupid movie: “The Origin of Lies” or something like that. I think I can probably find something better.