"I'm a Trucking Preacher"

Tom Dooley

Byron and the Red Baron himself

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

Tom Dooley says bye to favorite doctor

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’.

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MESSAGES SENT TO DOOLEY:
So glad you are on your way!! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!!! And tell your owner to remember his medicine!! Drive safely!!
-Ann