SCENE FOUR:

Not totally thrilled about riding in the car, but extremely excited when collar and leash were in hand, I decided we could take some local walks along with our Sports Park excursions.  The Sports Park was a park/ball field combination, with many acres of undeveloped open hilly area.  I was always intent on getting more exercise; this was a working gift in the taking.  I have always heard and experienced first hand that animals tend to take on their masters character.  In some cases this would be good. Mine, that would mean Rusty would be intellectually superior, handsome and have the personality of a killer tornado (non-existent to the surrounding environment until the conditions became polarized).  We are not fence sitters.  Those who might take advantage of a tolerant individual, better beware of the instinctive (point of no return), indwelled in those who love tranquility, but despise deceptive and corrupt authorities.

I am old, and it is difficult to change someone set in their ways, but a young individual like Rusty can be molded by the walk of life he is engaged in.  I am a simple man and desire the simple life, so a dog’s life really fits into that scheme.  To sleep and eat.  What a complicated existence.  Perhaps at this time I should state that I misspoke (a legal term for I lied, and would like to give a different answer).  I am a workaholic.  No, for those who know me well, I did not say alcoholic.  I love my Jack and Coke, but it does not interfere with my pursuit of perfection in my everyday life.

As our relationship began to intertwine, I immediately recognized if eating and sleeping are the natural priorities, a change in priorities was forthcoming.  My desire was a slight bit of interaction with no change in the simplicity of the desires.  Little did I know, a change in the interactive activities has an immediate effect on the simplicity of the desires.

Our walks in the park continued, but a change was in the wind.  As our new routine, I would follow Rusty on the leash until we left the ballpark, skateboard land and picnicking region of the park for the back forty.  The back forty being an undeveloped wasteland used for fallout from our annual overpriced Fourth of July fireworks celebrations and a buffer between the park and busy city streets.  We roamed several trails, but spent most of our time off-road.  Rusty has a highly ingrained desire to go for the jugular of dogs who smell bad and to flirt with intensely, those who display the Rusty, I want you, scent.  Needless to say, there are times, right now, when obedience, to Rusty is an unheard four letter word.

Punishment is tough, as rewards have been narrowed down to praise.  I am not cheap, but Rusty despises “doggy treats” and even his favorite sliced pastrami or summer sausage have no influence during one of his ongoing missions.  The wagging tail and the look of despair make for a very short reprimand period.

Needles to say, the relationship began to take a turn.  Was I going to be the master or the puppy?  I beg to tell you, I will be no-ones puppy!  Stay tuned; do not miss the new nighttime ritual and the upcoming thousand mile trip.

Please return for the next dramatic phase of this real life on-going saga.  Stay tuned and stay informed by accessing the news websites: www.infowars.com and www.infowars.net  With Ron Paul deleted from the Webster’s Dictionary, the globalists controlled presidential race has taken a drastic (globalists threatening) turn.  Do not forget www.ronpaul2012

The information war will continue.

Signing out,

West Coast American Imperial Resistance