And he couldn't have cared less if we combed our hair.
He dressed like a nerd with his socks up so high,
And he never made much money, just enough to get by.
He fixed everything himself then he fixed it again,
It seemed like his fixing would come to no end.
He wasn't all that great at any one thing,
But what he couldn't do, he knew how to wing.
Before we were ready, before he would know.
How much I'm just like him in all of my ways,
I'm not sure I like it, but what can I say.
I'm not good with dates and could care less about hair,
and my wife often makes fun of the things that I wear.
I fix everything, then I fix it again,
It seems like my fixing will come to no end.
Cause without him to call, I don't have a clue.
Now I try to remember how he did what he did,
When I thought he knew nothing, when I was a kid.
I'll do what I can, fixing thing after thing,
But what I cant figure out, I'll just have to wing.
~MJ
These are dogs that are no longer with me for one reason
or another.
These
dogs were very special to me and we shared some very
exciting moments together. Skeeter is the only one left
out of the best pack of dogs that I have ever hunted
with. Words can't explain how much these dogs are
missed. I may never have another pack with the heart,
ability, and companionship that was shown by these four
dogs.
Bell was a catahoula x plott hound cross and the best
dog I have ever hunted with. Clyde was a Argentine dogo.
He was a great hunter and could go all day. Neckbone was
a pitbull that would try to catch any pig. She hunted
with the other dogs and was always there when we needed
her. I carried her out of the woods more than once
because she wouldn't stop until the job was done. These
three dogs along with Skeeter found and caught more hogs
than I can remember. This pack was second to none.
Thanks for the good hunts.
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