Time to 'Slay This Dragon'
July 1, 2021
Everybody loves a good adventure but everybody also loves to get home. We arrived back home yesterday, the last day of June, just in time to help celebrate the fourth. I can’t think of a better day to end my quest for God-fearing, military loving, law enforcement loving America and I honestly think I can safely say, ‘it’s out there’. As a matter of fact, we didn’t meet anyone on the road who claimed not to be of such a mindset. The only thing I can figure from this adventure and quest, is that the vast majority of Americans do love our country. Some just don’t want to admit it because it's somehow become ‘uncool’ and everybody has a secret desire to be seen as cool. Maybe we just have to figure out a way to make, ‘loving the Lord, loving the military and loving our law enforcement officers’ all, once again, the cool thing to do. I did notice a few pockets of people in just about every place we stopped, trying to do that. As for me, I'm gonna get started on my, ‘Puplitzer Prize’ winning novel that will hopefully do just that. Well, there’s no place like home as they say and I couldn’t be happier to see my friends once again. I have to thank all of you who supported me and my human and my humans friend, Jim. We felt the warmth all the way out in California. And of course, there’s no way I can find the words to thank the Clinton Courier for all their support. Well, I take pen in hand and strike forth to ‘slay this dragon’. Happy fourth of July my friends.
What happened to these Californians?
June 27, 2021
Driving into the state of California, I couldn’t help picturing the first Americans traveling across the country in covered wagons, on horseback, or maybe even just walking alongside a bull and a cow, with whom they wished desperately to begin a cattle herd and a ‘new life’. They had to have hearts full of hope and love for a God who loved them and a home, both of which had opened their arms and said to them, I'll give back more and more, if you just praise your ‘Father Lord’, put forth the effort, sacrifice and work hard, all the riches you can imagine will be yours. Course, I had no idea what any of that means. Remember, I'm just a dog. And then, I couldn’t help think of all the folks who brave the dangers of crossing the border illegally just to come here for a better life. Course I know they shouldn’t do that, but hey, I know a bunch of dogs, like ‘yappie’ little Lupe Lopez, who probably did that. I heard my human say it though and it sounded so cool, I just claimed it for my book. Problem is, as soon as he said it, he followed it up with, ‘what the hell happened to these Californians in just two or three generations? They have no idea anymore, what, ‘work hard’ means anymore.” Now, that’s not quite so, cause everyone I met, like Ernie and Audra from LA Police Department all worked hard and were just about as conservative, law-enforcement loving and military-loving folks you could ever meet. Why, I'd begun to think that what my human had said once so long ago, about those folks disappearing, just wasn’t so at all; they just weren’t prone to talking too loud. You just had to go out there and ask them, and they were there.
The Navajo Reservation
June 26, 2021
Before the Good Lord had brought me and my human together, my human had loved and worked on the Navajo reservation helping young kids work toward achieving their goals. He’s a good guy, my human, and very sincere. Soon the normally reserved native Americans began to notice this and they grew closer to him, and he, to them. One day he was given the distinct honor of becoming a member of the family to one of the Navajo tribe families. Overnight he became grandfather, (Chei) to three of the prettiest young girls I had ever seen. He often told me about them with pride and though he thought I didn’t understand him, (after all, I am a dog) I understood every word.
Moreover he told me that the Navajo were the most patriotic of Americans, and explained to me that the fact is, they were among the real true Americans because they were here, worshiping the Great Spirit, and loving the land, before we ever arrived, Great Pyrenees there. After all, our basic job is to guard sheep, only my human won't get me one to guard so I have to be content with ‘guarding’ him.
“You know Thomas, (he called me Thomas when he was in his ‘teaching’ role), of all the people in our country, the Navajo have the most reason to hate America, because many of the older folks there, remember hearing their parents and grandparents talk of being taken away from their homes and put in American schools so they would become Americanized’, when they were kids..hadn’t been that long ago, so unlike slavery, it was a much more recent memory to them. However, instead of being bitter about it, when WWII, (whatever that was..I think maybe a really big dogfight-type thing) many of them volunteered to fight for America, their home. And today, when you drive by a Navajo cemetery, you see an American flag on just about every grave, and on many of them, you’ll see a military flag of some type..yep, really true American-loving folks, those Navajo.” My human was right. Those folks are not only fine folks, they really do love America, our home and theirs.
I cant wait to get home and tell my best buddy, Trump, about this; before we got to the reservation we passed the ‘Continental Divide’. I looked at my human and barked inquisitively, (he knows my ‘inquisitive’ bark means I don’t understand). He explained that the divide was directly down the center of America, north and south and if God reached underneath us right in the middle and lifted us in the air, (which he could do if he wanted to, you know), exactly the same amunt of ‘America’ would drop to either side of his hand. I still didn’t understand what he was talking about, but I was only allowed ‘one’ inquisitive bark a day so I let it go. I couldn’t help wondering though, if I was standing right on that divide, if I would drop to the east or to the west, then I thought, ‘what a silly thing to wonder’. We’re having so much fun.
My Tail Wagged All Night
June 25, 2021
Stayed in an RV park west of Amarillo last night and it was so much fun. I saw rabbits that were taller than me, (started to chase one but I was afraid I'd catch him). I saw another one in this guy’s office and it had horns. Guess the one I was gonna chase just hadn’t started growing them yet. No, I have no idea why a dang rabbit would need horns but our Lord, does move in mysterious ways. I also saw the prettiest horse, I'd ever seen. His hair was just really shiny and he stood perfectly still; didn’t even move when I peed on his leg. I tried to talk to him but, after all, he was a Texas horse so I guess he just didn’t have time for me.
Met two of the nicest folks I'd ever seen, today. Chuck and Gina Carpenter from Dallas Tx area, on their way to Colorado. They talked to my two humans about Jesus and their face lit up just like my human’s and my doctor, Lena Jo’s (Oh, I forgot to tell ya, I think the two of them are kinda ‘sweet’ on each other. Haven’t seen them sniffin each other’s noses yet but I just sorta have that feelin) does when they talk about their heavenly father. I also met the manager of the RV park here, Tom and he was a great guy. He reallllllyyy liked me, (he also has good taste in dogs..wait till I get back home and tell Lupie Lopez and Snotalot).
Our motor Coach got a little sick I guess so we had to take it for some medicine or whatever. Anyhow, I was ready to leave; I'd been chasing rabbits that grow horns, and trying to talk to really pretty horses who wouldn’t talk back to me. I was ready to head west where I was sure I'd meet more God-fearing Americans.
Our motor coach doctor, Tim, fixed us up and got us right back on the road and my picture even looked good from behind; course I sorta figured that.
We had to stop and visit with some folks at this place that grows Cadillacs for some reason; not that we had to stop ‘for some reason’, he grows them, ‘for some reason’. It was cool I suppose but if you cant pee on it, why would you want to grow it, and my human wouldn’t let me pee on any of this stuff. There sure were some neat folks there though and God sure does grow some pretty ‘God-fearing Americans’ I can assure you.
Later, we stopped at Tucumcari, New Mexico for the night and met some folks who not only loved America, but like my human; had fought for her, like our friend who managed Blaze in Saddle RV Park.
Gonna get a good night’s sleep and move on to LA tomorrow morning. Can't wait to see who we meet out that way.
My Tail Wagged All Night
June 24, 2021
Last night I had the pure enjoyment of laying on the floor at the feet of my human and two of his closest friends Ron Moulton and Jim Stillwel. It was more fun, than dragging your butt across a rough carpet. This human, Ron Moulton had been a police officer with my human, decades ago when they were ‘young’, and strong, like ‘bulls’. They told stories of how they saved lives and stood beside each other when the night was dark and foreboding and the only folks who roamed the streets were good guys and bad guys. I had always known my human was one of the ‘good guys’ but now I had a chance to meet another, and later that same day, had the chance to meet the son of my human’s friend, Matt. Matt Moulton, had grown to be a soldier and now retired, owned a firing range outside Oklahoma City. They were all God-fearing and loved the military and of course, law enforcement officers. For a little while I could cease my search, and just enjoy listening to the stories. My tail wagged so much last night, it’s just plain sore today.
We reached Amarillo, Texas tonight, and are going to spend the night and sleep late. Gotta lot of ‘questing’ to do on our way out west tomorrow. I had a question from a friend who is following our progress; what is the coolest thing I've seen on our trip? I gotta say, having a chance to fly one of the Tulsa Police helicopters, is just about the coolest. I'm enclosing a picture, but it's nothing like being in the seat, hand on the stick, Red Barron scarf flowing in the breeze.. That’s by far, the coolest.
See ya tomorrow my friends. Got a feeling things are gonna get really interesting as we approach the ‘west’.
"I'm a Trucking Preacher"
June 23, 2021
June, 22nd, my second day on the road, I stopped close to Conway Arkansas to fill my buddy Jim’s motor coach with fuel and I happen to run across a true God-fearing, military-loving, police-loving, American. I told my human they were out there, and my new friend Steve was the beginning, “Been driving my whole life,” he said, leaning against a big truck, the tires of which I really wanted to pee on, “I'm a trucking preacher.” I had no idea what that was, but I could see a glow in his eyes; a sort of twinkle I had seen in the eyes of my human whenever, he talked about his Father, Lord Jesus. The happiness such a conversation always gave him seemed to wrap him in a warm blanket, and here, I saw that same twinkle in my new friend Steve.
“You’ll see a lot more of us out here my friend, Dooley,” he waived as I drove off. What a great start to my quest.
Later that day, I ran across three young men from Northern California. At a rest stop close to Ft. Smith. Two things discouraged me from telling them of my search; their youth, and their home. They were on their way back to Northern California and I had been told by my friend back home, Amazing Grace, a rather portly, ‘stuck on herself’ Pekinese, “Young people don’t love America anymore, and young people from Northern California, simply hate their country.”
She generally sneered one of those conceited Pekinese ‘sneers’ when she said it, just to add to the distaste she oozed from her Pekinese pores, “They just don’t have the breeding.”
As I turned to leave, one of them said, “You are such a beautiful Pyrenees. What are you doing out this way?”
One thing led to another, and I found out that not only were they God-fearing, and as two of them were in the military part time, loved our soldiers, it just so happened, they were firefighters with the forestry service. They were members of those brave men who put their lives on the line every day to save property and lives of folks they had never even met. Loving America, just happened to be second nature to them. I gotta get home and ‘sneer’ at Grace..hahaha.
Finally I had the chance to sit and listen to my human talk to his old Tulsa Police buddies. Their stories kept me smiling and laughing for hours, and to top it off, I had the opportunity to try out one of their new helicopters. My flying skills were a little rusty since my human won’t let me fly around Edwards anymore, because I enjoyed swooping down and scaring the neighborhood cats.
All in all it was a great day and as I journey on westward, I'm sure I'll find more folks my human thinks are just ‘not out there anymore’. See ya on RT 66. Keep in touch.
Dooley Heads to Route 66
June 21, 2021
Ok let’s face it, a dog author isn’t something you see every day and when you do see it, it's best that you be a child in order to accept it. It takes some amount of the type of imagination that is found most often in a kid. That said, may I introduce myself, Tom Dooley, at your service. I am currently on the road, on Rt66 as a matter of fact, with my ‘human’. We are on a trip all the way to Los Angeles, just to meet folks and to rediscover, God-fearing, military-loving, police-loving America. My human thinks it's gone but I know that’s not true, and I'm gonna find it, report on it, and write a book about it.
Once I've rediscovered it, I am going to take pen to paper, and write my best seller. My goal is to win the coveted Puplitzer Prize for literature. I know, the odds are against me, but my best friend in the neighborhood, a gentleman of royalty, an English Bulldog, aptly named Sir Snotalot, thinks my chances are really good. The neatest thing about this particular adventure however, is that I am taking you with me.
The good folks at The Clinton Courier in Clinton, Mississippi, have generously offered to host a blog, in which I will update America every day with pictures and notes, ‘from the road’. I will also answer any and all of your questions if you’ll send them to the editor at The Clinton Courier, ClayMansell@theclintoncourier.net.
My human will of course, do most of the driving since I'll be writing and recording the most important events of the day and night, but if he gets tired, I’ll take over for him. Heck, if I can write an international best seller, I can drive, right?
Ok my friends, come join me in this adventure of a lifetime. It’ll be the most fun you’ll have all summer and I'll introduce you to all the folks I've meet on the road; all of us ‘rediscovering that America, my human thought was lost, all on rt66’.
Getting Our Kicks on Route 66
Ok let’s face it; a dog author isn’t something you see every day and when you do see it, its best that you be a child in order to accept it. It takes some amount of the type of imagination that is found most often in a kid. That said, may I introduce myself; Tom Dooley, at your service. I am going to take my ‘human’ and we are going to go on a trip out rt66 all the way to Los Angeles, just to meet folks from middle, to west America and to see all the wonderful sites along that famous road.
Once we gather all the material, I am going to take pen to paper, and write a best seller. My goal is to win the coveted Puplitzer Prize for literature. I know, the odds are against me, but my best friend in the neighborhood, a gentleman of royalty, an English Bulldog, aptly named Sir Snotalot, thinks my chances are really good. The neatest thing about this particular adventure however, is that I am going to take you with me.
The good folks at the Clinton Courier, have generously offered to host a blog, in which I will update you every day with pictures and notes, ‘from the road’. I will also answer any and all of your questions if you’ll post them on the blog.
My human will of course, do most of the driving since Ill be writing and recording the most important events of the day and night, but if he gets tired, I’ll take over for him. Heck, if I can write an international best seller, I can drive, right?
Ok my friends, come join me in this adventure of a lifetime. It’ll be the most fun you’ll have all summer and Ill introduce you to all the folks I meet on the road; all of us ‘getting our kicks on rt66’.