I was rereading my last post and thought since my picture was on the leaderboard today, I couldn't feel good with myself if I did not write a different post.

We used to have this saying when I was working for the largest Marketer of Food in North America about "calling in" orders.

The other day I called collect and they did not accept the charges

Though I cannot refund you any money for the time I wasted you I can give you why I think Abilene is different than most cities.

The tourism bureau needs to sign me up.

Dogs are what make Abilene so different from the only other place I lived. It was not uncommon to see cats walking around aloof on the streets or crying in the middle in Dallas but dogs?

Dogs run free and in packs of 10. I have never seen dogs move around like raptors hunting and sniffing and making me swerve (to hit them, I kid, I kid). Half of me feels sorry for them; the other half makes me think they are all Cujo's.

So in my nice leisurely 7.5 minute drive to work, I came across a Taco Bell dog ( I didn't even want to waste the time to try and type it out. Now knowing that it would have taken less time that it took me to write this parenthetical statement), a mut and two American bull dogs.

The dog is Abilene's horse. If you can't substitute a dog for what ever the chore is then its not worth spending money on. Hunting: there is a strong hunting contingent in these parts and everyone has these "working dogs." I've met some of these trained K-9s and it is fascinating to watch. Mr. Cromeens (our editor) has four dogs that could sniff out a mole in a rain storm but wouldn't give me the time of day if I was covered in bacon. Just for the record, I have never covered myself in bacon. Nor have I ever gone looking for moles in a rain storm. You get the idea.

So why this post after the web 2.0 debacle? Junkyard Dogs!!!

I'm not even going to move it over to the side, you need to enjoy this photo.

In order to protect fenced in areas, Abilene business owners enlist the threats of junkyard dogs. No cameras, no alarms, no witnesses. If you happen to hop into one of these enclosed areas where the dogs roam, its your fault.

Its fascinating in the morning how many places I see unlock their fence and start feeding the dogs. I thought it was funny that people are choosing to have these animals protect their investment. They should do the same at Malls and local parking lots.

A little insight into my life:

My first trip to the Dallas Sportatorium was back in 1986 or 1987. Cats (the musical) was playing in Dallas. My step dad was and is a HUGE wrestling fan.

Loved the Von Erics

So with great anticipation, Ron, Chris (my stepbrother), Joe W. and myself go to the Sportatorium to watch some wrestling. Who was supposed to be there, The Junkyard Dog. So as the evening went on we are waiting for him to show up. They keep giving us updates, "he just arrived at DFW" "He's here" and then "He's not coming out" "He says he hates Dallas"

The crowd is going nuts and chanting and then he enters and fights a relatively unknown wrestler and wins. Who else was present at this match as a manager you ask? Percy Pringle! Who in the world is that?

If you are anytype of Wrestling fan or had to watch it whenever it was on then you were familiar with The Undertaker

Percy Pringle was/is his manager: Paul Bearer

So there you go.

Have a nice day.