Monday, February 2, 2015

Question and Answer

Many of my hound buddies have been e-mailin' me, asking what's it like to be an INSIDE dog and a pet. I'm goin' to take some time to answer your questions, but first of all I want to make one thing clear: Otis P. Milkweed ain't nobody's PET. Just because I'm not runnin' with a four legged pack anymore, doesn't mean I've turned into some sissy lap dog. If you don't believe me, just send me your address and I'll come over and give you the lickin' you've never ... (sorry about that, but some things just burn me up).
To my old buddy Cletus Ledbetter in beautiful Kingsport, TN:
Cletus, I'm afraid it's true. The good stuff doesn't come out of a 50 lb paper bag. It doesn't even come out a can. The good stuff comes out of what they call a stove, which is kind of like a campfire in a box. Just like the rest of you, I enjoy a salty why-eenie sausage, but take my word for it, what those females are getting out of that stove beats anything our hunter friends are giving us from a bag (including their lunch).
To my new friend Big Wheel Filligrew from Rainbow City, Alabama:
BW wanted to know what the hunters do when they ain't huntin'. As far as I can tell, the same thing as us: sittin' around, growlin' and whinin' and waitin' for the next hunt. And, by the way, for all you hound puppies that think your hunter is the boss, you haven't seen him with his tail between his legs when he tracks mud in the house!
To my wannabe girlfriend Maudie Tutweiller from Beaumont, TX:
Maudie, thanks for the photo, I'm sure that lowdown coyote got what it deserved. Right now, being less than three months old, I'm not ready for a long term or long distance relationship. But I sent your photo to Cletus who I hear plans to go to stud real soon.
As time permits, I'll do my best to answer all your questions. But right now, I've got to work on my tan.

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