Finding Jake



Jake
This is Jake in 1990ish (not exactly sure of the date)

When I was 16 years old, I was headed back to our barn, on a warm summer afternoon, after a long horse ride. The horse was having a much needed drink of water and while I was putting the saddle away, this straggly looking German Shepard mix dog came slinking up to the barn. He was brown, tan and black like any other German Shepard but there was something not quite right with his ears. They looked like they belonged on another dog. Kind of upright with the top third of them flopping forward and about two-thirds the size they should have been. He was very timid and looked like he hadn’t eaten in awhile. He reminded me of a dog from down the road named Jake. I told him “Go home Jake!” He looked up at me as if to say, “I am home dummy!” “You just don’t know it yet”. The dog I called “Jake” wouldn’t leave. I figured out that he was not going to leave on his own so I gave him some food and showed him the bucket of water in the barn. He ate that food so fast; you would have thought he was having filet mignon, although it was just the kibbles we fed our other dog. I did not give him much more though that night. I figured he would just wander the mile or so back to his own house.

The next day, I went to the barn to feed the horses and there was “Jake”. He had slept in the hay on the floor in the barn outside the stalls. I told him “Well, Jake, I suppose we better take you home.” After I did my chores Jake and I jumped into my old orange 1974 Chevy truck. We used the Chevy around the farm to haul hay, wood and I used it to get to and from school. He just jumped in the back just like he’d been doing it his whole life. I settled into the driver’s seat and we headed down the road. When I pulled up to the house, I noticed that “Jake” (the one I thought this dog was) was in his kennel along side the garage like I had seen every other time I passed by this house. I backed out and headed back home to try and figure out the mystery of this dog “Jake”. Where did Jake come from? Who’s dog was he? Was he just dumped off and and found our barn a nice barn to hang out in? What was his story?

After a couple of weeks searching and asking around, I found out, from some neighbors, that Mr. Johnson, a crotchety old man that lived in a trailer down by the lake, had a dog that looked just like Jake. They suggested I go see him. I decided I would go on the horse to Mr. Johnson’s place and give him his dog back. I found out later that “Jake” was originally named “Tamarak”. He was to be the replacement guard dog for Mr. Johnson.

With Jake running along side, we arrived at the house trailer at the end of a long dirt driveway. I knocked on the door. Old man Johnson answered it, looked out and saw the dog. He griped “I wondered what happened to that good for nothing piece of crap dog!” The old man came outside, grabbed the dog by the collar and proceeded to drag him over to the garage. He hooked a chain to the very scared looking dog and told me thank you for bringing Tamarak home. As I rode up the driveway, I couldn’t help but feel bad for the dog. He didn’t seem very happy about being tied up. I could hear him barking and making other disturbing noises as I went up the driveway towards the road.

I then heard the dog yipe followed by old man Johnson yelling, “keep the son-of-a-bitch”. Dragging half the chain, Jake caught up to me and I jumped off the horse, unhooked it and yelled back “Thanks! I will!” We took the long way home though Spencer’s Woods on the old hunting trail that had long since given way to the brush and through open farmer’s fields behind our place. I knew right then, that Jake was going to be our dog. More specifically, he was going be my dog.

Dogs, like humans, come with all different kinds of personalities, different dispositions. Jake had a definite perseverance to his personality. We spent a lot of time together. He would sleep in my room on my bed and grumble a little bit when I wanted to take my half. He was the best friend a guy could want. His favorite activity was taking a ride in the truck. If you asked him, “want to go for a TRUCK RIDE?” you would think it was the best news he’s heard in a year and would enthusiastically run back and forth and bounce around until you opened the door to let him out of the house. He was quite skillful in getting his spot in the truck. If the camper top was off of the truck, he would jump in the bed without anyone having to put the tailgate down. If topper was on the truck and the windows in the cab were open, he would fly through the window like he had wings and would be sitting there ready to go by the time I was in the drivers seat. On the off chance the topper was on and the windows were up, he would leap on the hood of the old Chevy, just to make sure the pickup wasn’t going anywhere without him.

On hot days, Jake liked to dig in the field beside the house. He would dig great big holes that I would have to fill in later. One day while I was doing chores, I looked over and all I saw 4 big paws sticking out a particularly big hole. Jake had out-done himself. The hole he dug was so big that he flipped over while getting it just a bit deeper and was stuck. It was the funniest thing I had seen in a while and all the time I spent walking up to “save” my buddy was spent laughing so hard I could barley breath.

Jake stayed with me though the rest of my high school years. When I left for the Air Force, although I missed my parents and sister quite a bit, Jake was what I thought about when I thought of home. While I was gone, Jake and my dad became best friends. Dad would take him for rides and walks regularly and he settled in to a very comfortable life. As Jake was getting older, he could no longer get in the back of the truck easily. Dad would back up to the hill along the house and put the tailgate down. Jake would hear his favorite words “Get in the truck” and could run right up into it without the pain and embarrassment of his limited mobility.

Saving a dog from a life with someone who didn’t appreciate them makes me feel as if I have done a good thing for the dog and the dog repaid me many times over. At the time, Jake was just a cool dog had shown up; one that my folks (and his previous owner) let me keep. Now I look back and realize that it was the first of three similar cases where I have taken in a dog that would have otherwise met a much worse fate. All of the dogs have turned out much better then I would have expected when I gave them my home. Dogs, just like people, can be much more then you first realize. They may look down and out, they may be a little rough around the edges, but if given a chance, they will prove to you they are much more then they first look like and are worth keeping around. This dog, and every other dog we have taken in, have been a great source of entertainment, companionship and love. Without Jake in my life back then, I wouldn’t be as able to see the good in everyone (or every dog), no matter what they look like or what their past may have been.

KC (or Casey) Another best friend I had for 14 years
KC (or Casey) Another best friend I had for 14 years
Banjo the Beagle - My current best buddy
Banjo the Beagle – My current best buddy

Flood Update from a Squeaky Chair in Michigan – MDW246



I played “Driving Through Ohio” by Bill Kahler

I talked about the Flood and a lot of tech-talk.

I was a guest host on the New Media Show #124 With Dave Jackson and Todd Cochrane.

I will be guest hosting Geek News Central next Friday geeknewscentral.com

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Who do we vote for? My thoughts on the Candidates for President



fu16First off, all this HATE coming from both sides (Republican and Democrat sides) is counterproductive. Chances are people are going to vote for one or the other no matter what or who the parties run. I’m not part of any party (I was a Libertarian but they can’t seem to get any traction). I would be part of a party where it was Socially Liberal and Conservative in everything else. I like to say I am all for Married Gay couples protecting their pot plants with guns. I just want less of the government in my life and yours.

The other thing is, no matter who gets the office of President, your life isn’t going change much. We survived Carter and George W. Bush just fine and we will survive no matter which of these clowns get the office.

Here are my thoughts on the remaining candidates…

Hillary Clinton – Insider, Very connected with Washington DC and a liar. She says some good things, but it’s just that with her. What she does and what she says are totally unconnected things. She will smile to your face and kick you in the nuts as you walk away and then smile again when your turn around to see who did that. She would be in jail, most likely, if it were not for her name and connections.

Bernie Sanders – Very honest. Thinks money grows on trees and that everything should be “Free”. It would be nice, but since that isn’t part of the real world, he seems very “60’s” flower child / Mr. Magoo pie in the sky. Likely a great guy to hang out with.

Marco Rubio
– Too young and reads off the script too much. I don’t think he has an original thought not put there by some handler. When he tries, he sticks his foot in his mouth. Likely would be a good candidate in 16 or 20 years.

Ted Cruz
– Comes off as kind of an asshole. Ultra Right-wing on all things. Also doesn’t seem very honest. Creepy comes to mind. Can’t really put my finger on it, other than just creepy.

John Kasich – Who?

Donald Trump – Says a lot of things that make a lot of sense to a lot of people. He says it the way he thinks you want to hear it. Don’t know if he is dishonest or not. He also tends to say things unfiltered, which is fun to watch. Bugs the fuck out of both Democrats and Republicans. That alone makes him interesting.

I know the Libertarians, Green Party and a few others have candidates, but they don’t have a snowball’s chance in hell. In a perfect world we would have 5 or 6 parties to choose from. But we are not in a perfect world. I’m not into voting for the lesser of 2 evils. I guess we will see who the 2 are and go from there.


Kicking it old School, Live to the Hard Drive – MDW243



Today I podcasted like it was 2005, Live to the hard drive!

Intro by Trucker Tom from Trucker Tom’s Podcast and Trucking With Tom on YouTube

I talked about Cars and the weather.

Played a poem/song called “Winter Dark” by (unknown to me) from 2009
I played a Hot Buttered Rum tune “Right Between Your Eyes”
HBRphoto

If you want to catch Hot Buttered rum on their Winter/Spring tour, check out their tour dates at HotButteredRum.net

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