I did not know I was very much in need of a dog until I needed a dog. He found me. I did not Jesus know why I named him Ireland. He was an island of himself. You came to the right place. No one knows anyone. For whatever reason, this Blue Ridge Blue Heeler had arrived soaking wet at the boat landing. Shakes it off. I am building a canoe. I am sanding wood using saw horses. Down at the boat landing. No dog had ever made that swim. He was staring me down. No. No. Don't do this to me. It was a done deal. He hexed a spell on me like the gris gris, you all. Will someone tell me when I will finish this canoe. I supposed you eat.
-- tim barrus
