Tall Ships, Short Dogs Part Two (Part One to Follow)

Arooo.
Dog, symbol of great nothingness, the sun and I arise to greet you. I, more so than the sun. Sup on you, dood?

When it passes by Pluto today, the camera may capture images of the devil, or at least his hideout. I have learned by osmosis that he resides there when not on a lark here on Earth. Let us hope the demon is not so aroused it swats down our neat gadget.

Posted by R Gentel on facebook today

Still got faith in it. We shall overcome. Dog make it happen.

I cried because I had no shoes. Then I met a man who had no feet. So I took his shoes.

Sun comes up and the sun goes down.
The hands on the clock keep goin' around.
I just get up an' it's time to lay down.
Life gets teejus, don't it?

My shoe's untied but I don't really care.
I ain't a-figurin' on goin' nowhere.
I'd have to wash an' comb my hair.
That's just wasted effort.

Water in the well's gettin' lower an' lower.
Can't take a bath for six months or more
But I've heard it said, and it's true I'm sure,
That too much bathin'll weaken' you.

I open the door an' the flies swarm in.
I shut the door an' I'm sweatin' again.
I move too fast an' I crack my shin.
Just one durn thing after t'other.

My old brown mule, he must be sick.
I jabbed him in the rump with a pin on a stick.
He humped his back, but he wouldn't kick.
There's somethin' cockeyed somewhere.

There's a mouse a-chawin' on the pantry door.
He's been at it for at least a month or more.
When he gets through there he's sure goin' to be sore.
[Chuckles] There ain't a durn thing in there.

Hound dog howlin', he's so folorn.
Laziest dog that ever was born.
He's howlin' 'cause he's a-sittin' on a thorn —
Just too tired to move over.

Tin roof leaks an' the chimney leans.
There's a hole in the seat of my ol' blue jeans.
An' I've et the last of them pork an' beans.
Jus' can't depend on nuthin'.

Cow's gone dry an' the hens won't lay.
Fish quit bitin' last Saturday.
Troubles pile up, day by day —
Now I'm gettin' dandruff.

Grief an' misery, pains an' woes.
Debts an' taxes, an' so it goes.
And I think I'm gettin' a cold in the nose …
A-choo! Ah, life gets tasteless, don't it?


I should look up the author of this, but I ain't.

That last pic makes me wish to see Alaska more than ever. The closest I came was to a fueling port at Dutch Harbor. I didn't get to walk off the ship, even for a moment. My dog Rocky would like it there. I believe he would have been an excellent sled dog.

I have sent Rocky as my emissary into the morning outside, that he may bark in supplication to the great sky dog. May the day be filled with treats, chew toys and a few romps along the fence.

Hank Williams Jr. is known for a version of it recently:
"LIFE GETS TEE-JUS, DON'T IT ?"
(Robison)

Here's Walter Brennan/Old Shep singing his version of it:

Carson Robison wrote it in 1948
Tex Williams & The Western Caravan did the first version of it in 1948

Tex was also known for this hit:

When I was a boy, the Life Gets Tee-jus record I heard on the radio was by Carson Robison, though it was also being done by Tex Williams and others. There are quite a few versions of it around, now.
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I see my information is on your post. I somehow did not see it at first.

I often edit ...just before the time runs out. You probably first saw it whilst me being in mid-edit.

My truck looks like this, if you imagine paint damage and some dents. Same color.

Slippin' and slidin'
Peepin' and hidin'
Been told a long time ago
- R Penniman

Sundog above the clouds
Lift your mighty leg
California needs rain

Whodat?

You dat?