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I could hear the baying and barking of the dogs and the far away clanging of bells as I ran through the tall trees and thick brush of the dense forest. I was tired and wet. The air felt moist giving me a spark to run as my legs would repeat anew my running marathon this morning, a running through the woods I practiced for this day. I had to beat these dogs. They must not find or catch me.  I must not let Blue, Sam and Sadie catch up with me, forcing me to climb up for sanctuary in a tree lest they tear me apart with their fangs I thought as I panted and gasped for air during the long run. These dogs were blood hounds following my body scents as I jumped into a shallow creek and ran upstream trying to throw off their pursuit.

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These dogs are trained to develop a sharp sense of smell and for following scents of runaway convicts or find any particular odor placed before their nose. More importantly, these dogs are trained to threaten on contact to subdue and control their prey. Any movement of a hand in their direction during contacting a prey infuriates the dogs into a frenzy and into a dangerous situation for anyone caught on the ground.

When a bloodhound sniffs a scent article (a piece of clothing or item touched only by the subject), air rushes through its nasal cavity and chemical vapors — or odors — lodge in the mucus and bombard the dog’s scent receptors. Chemical signals are then sent to the olfactory bulb, the part of the brain that analyzes smells, and an “odor image” is created.

For the dog, this image is far more detailed than a photograph is for a human. Using the odor image as a reference, the bloodhound is able to locate a subject’s trail, which is made up of a chemical cocktail of scents including breath, sweat vapor, and skin rafts. Once the bloodhound identifies the trail, it will not divert its attention despite being assailed by a multitude of other odors. Only when the dog finds the source of the scent or reaches the end of the trail will it relent. So potent is the drive to track, bloodhounds have been known to stick to a trail for more than 130 miles.

It was my job to train these dogs to find and catch me that day as I ran away into the bush. I was not a convict in any sense of the term. I was merely a 15 years old kid. If you know the history of my childhood stories written in diaries here on Daily Kos, you probably know the history of my relationship with my mother. Both histories equal this job of training blood hounds. This is but one of my many memories of those days. It is one I cherish as the one making of Ole Texan.

The clanging of the bells that hang around the dogs necks and their barking sounded like they would catch up with me in short order. I had been running and walking for about an hour and for a distance that I felt was several good miles. I stopped and looked back from where I came but could not see the dogs though the heavy brush. The sound of the clanging of bells ricocheted throughout the woods and that alone will cause for great confusion and fear by the subject being tracked and chased by these menacing dogs, but the dogs would not be distracted. The man on horse back leading the dogs follows the bell`s sound. It was still early morning Spring and dew covered the limbs and leaves leaving large wet spots on my bare upper body as I had left my shirt hanging on a tree, seeking to distract and fool the dogs.

But I already knew I could not fool these dogs.

Often called a nose with a dog attached, the bloodhound is so adept at scent tracking its trailing results is admissible evidence in a court of law. Its outstanding ability to read terrain with its nose is primarily due to a large, ultra sensitive set of scent membranes that allows the dog to distinguish smells at least a thousand times better than humans. I also suspected that Blue would be in the lead in this chase, and Blue was no fool. She was my favorite pupil in the dog kennel back at the farm.

Through the heavy brush I saw Max, my running mate on this run climb up a tree and yelling at me to follow. It was then that I saw moving brush not far from me and knew the dogs had caught up. I climbed the first low branch that I could find as the loud bells and barking of the dogs came rushing towards me. I pretended a hitting gesture towards Blue as I try to teach the dog to respond to threats, to no avail. The dog was too smart. She knew who I was. She wagged her tail and laid down and waited for me to jump down.

Sam and Sadie rushed up to the tree and saw that it was only me they were chasing. I jumped down and as tired as I was from running, dropped to the ground as the dogs surrounded me, pawed and licked my wet torso. I think today of the loyalty these dogs were to me then. Mr, Hollandsworth rode up on his horse a short time after. "Sadie is too fat, and too slow", he said. "We need to run her more next time. She can`t keep up with Blue".

"Let me know when you feel like running, so we can bring out Sadie and a younger pup", Mr. Hollandsworth told us. Training the dogs and running was all up to us kids at the barn. We were never pressured to run by this guy. On the other hand, when we asked him if he felt like riding into the woods the guy was always ready. A real cool guy with us barn kids. I tied the long rope to Blue`s neck collar and handed it to Mr. Hollandsworth. The other dogs would follow Blue back to the barn. "Don`t forget to lock the gates I left open when you go back he told us". There were several opened gates on our way back.

It makes me a bit sad to think of the humanity factor involved in caring and teaching of these dogs; to follow their everyday ritual of tracking scents and their survival. I thought of writing about the memory due to my involvement in their lives. I became involved with these dogs during a rough time in my own life. Perhaps it was the way I carried myself at the place where a Texas court found me to be under it`s care. You know, like a ward of some kind, under a court`s care,  or perhaps, I don`t know - maybe I had a touch of dog in me.  I never said or talked much.  So I was seen as suited to working with dogs and horses. Cleaning up after them that is. This was Texas after all and its something I relish today.

The place depicted in this memory was actually a State School for Boys with a large wooden structure called a barn. In this barn were ten horse stables with a horse in each one that I would saddle each morning. It was around 1950 or so, around there.

Each horse had a rider ( a cowboy), as I remember, who would take the kids under his care as house father, as they were called, out into the field to work under the hot Texas sun. Corporal Punishment was an every day life for us kids then in that forsaken place. I was lucky to stay in the barn all day while others toiled the fields. I never experienced the whip latches by a house father during my stay there.

The man who supervised me and two other kids at our job at the barn was a cool and good man. Mr. Hollandsworth, I have never forgotten his name or his face. He was a real Marlboro man type of guy. He did not take kids to work in the fields. He had the barn to look after. He did not do that either. He left that up to us kids at the barn.

Max, Steve and I were always without supervision at the barn. We each had our horses to saddle each morning and the rider always knew who saddled his horse. We took turns feeding the dogs and going for the corn bread at the main dinning hall to feel them. In a wheel barrow we would get two regular trays of corn bread that we chopped into pieces and divided it among several dog pens in the kennel. The barking and howling during feedings told me that hunger was devastating for the dogs. I could easily measure in my mind only one cup for each dog, and that was if other dogs allowed the others to eat. One cup approximately a day. Today this memory makes me sad when such hunger still exist even among us humans.

Despite their obvious empty stomachs I am amazed to remember how sleek and ready the dogs were when I approached the kennel with the leach I used to hook up the dogs that would participate in the day`s running of the woods. I can see Blue jumping and howling knowing that she would be turned loose to run like the wind in search of a scent that day. A role that blood hounds occupy in their life times and born with a part of the brain that analyzes smells, and an “odor image” that triggers far more detail than a photograph is for a human. My experience in my role of blood hound trainer is one that I cherish and ascertain that I have always been a dog lover. Always have and always will.


Originally posted to Ole Texan on Mon Nov 26, 2012 at 04:22 PM PST.

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  •  Very nice writing (14+ / 0-)

    I can see, and feel, and smell it all, from your descriptions.

    Please proceed, governor

    by Senor Unoball on Mon Nov 26, 2012 at 04:29:11 PM PST

    •  Good Morning Senor Unoball. (3+ / 0-)

      Sorry for the delay to respond to your nice compliments about
      my diary and writing.

      I note that your Senor Unoball profile pic is a wide eye happy
      lookiing grey hound. Is it a grey hound? Is that your dog?

      He must run like the wind.

      Thank you again.

      Old men tell same old stories

      by Ole Texan on Tue Nov 27, 2012 at 05:51:14 AM PST

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      •  That's Slinky (1+ / 0-)
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        He's our dachshund.

        But, at 14, he is now a very grey old man of a dog. Alas, he's got heart problems now and is on daily medicine, but he's still a happy, friendly guy, and I think he's still got a couple years left in him.

        Please proceed, governor

        by Senor Unoball on Tue Nov 27, 2012 at 08:31:46 AM PST

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        •  Senor Unoball, how you (1+ / 0-)
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          describe Slinky at his old age is what I have relied upon to keep myself from having another dog.

          It is so heart wrenching and painful to see our beloved pet dog suffering knowing that he is dying. And the most painful of all is witnessing a dog in his last stages of life keep up its inner self persistence of trying to please us.

          I can see in Slinky`s eyes his obvious forced intent to please the person who was there to take his photo.

          I have seen several dogs, in fact I cannot recall how many, suffering and dying on me. As an old Granddad myself, I always get to take care of dogs for the kids.

          I am very sorry for Slinky. He sure looks like a perfect companion for anyone and seems like he does not ask for much.

          Much luck to you Senor Unoball. May Slinky live many more dog years.

          Old men tell same old stories

          by Ole Texan on Tue Nov 27, 2012 at 09:51:43 AM PST

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          •  Thanks (0+ / 0-)

            He's rescued, and we are his second or maybe third home. We've had him for 8 years, and I'm very glad we have been able to give him this chance for happiness.

            He's turned out to be a very good dog, and he certainly deserved a better life than he had been given.

            Please proceed, governor

            by Senor Unoball on Tue Nov 27, 2012 at 12:26:27 PM PST

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            •  Slinky is a very lucky (1+ / 0-)
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              dog Senor Unoball. Sometimes when I see those commercials on television showing stray dogs seemingly pleading to be adopted by someone I can`t help but think that somewhere the dog had been mistreated or abused.

              I`m sure you have seen these commercials and if you look at the eyes of these dogs or cats that are up for adoption, you can see the pain that flows out at you.

              I thought of these commercials when you mentioned "rescued" about Slinky. Yes your dog is indeed very lucky and surely he must be a happy dog as well. Yes he deserves a better and longer life than he had been given by who ever abandoned him.


              Old men tell same old stories

              by Ole Texan on Tue Nov 27, 2012 at 02:08:32 PM PST

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  •  How nice that I found your story today! Thank you (13+ / 0-)

    for sharing you memories with us.

    •  Lorikeet hello. (3+ / 0-)
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      I have become accustomed to your presence in all of my diaries. You should know I do not have to tell you how much I enjoy your attention to my stories.

      Once again, I thank you. A little movement in my house precluded me from telling you this yesterday.

      You have always inspired me. Please be well.

      Old men tell same old stories

      by Ole Texan on Tue Nov 27, 2012 at 05:55:41 AM PST

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  •  i almost missed you today! (9+ / 0-)

    i'm tired from work and almost didn't turn on the computer at all.  this made it all worth while.

    thanks for sharing your memories.

    "How would we know it was America if we didn't hear regularly from the nincompoop faction?" - Molly Ivins 2005

    by politik on Mon Nov 26, 2012 at 05:12:32 PM PST

    •  politik, hey there! (2+ / 0-)
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      Its good to see you again. Hey, take care of yourself at work.
      Save some of that good ole energy for good times even if I
      have no idea what work means.

      Ha, just kidding.

      Thank you politik for taking time to come in and say hi

      Old men tell same old stories

      by Ole Texan on Tue Nov 27, 2012 at 05:59:14 AM PST

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      •  oh i make sure to save energy for good times. (0+ / 0-)

        i don't work very much these days---i'm one of those "semi-retired" folks---so i have more time to have fun than i do to work.  but when you're out of practice, working full-time for a couple of weeks is hard and it ain't gettin' any easier the older i get ;)

        i love you ole Texan, and i would hate to have missed one of your stories.  glad i didn't miss this one.  i 'follow' you but i'm bad about checking the folks i follow to make sure i've caught everything.  just kind of do a catch as catch can thing.  got lucky this time.

        "How would we know it was America if we didn't hear regularly from the nincompoop faction?" - Molly Ivins 2005

        by politik on Tue Nov 27, 2012 at 05:25:29 PM PST

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        •  politik, I just had (0+ / 0-)

          respond to your latest comment. Although this diary went over the cliff yesterday, I normally check the next day for any action that I may have missed.

          I understand perfectly well what you mean about getting old.

          It sucks eh??

          But to find you here with such thoughtful and touching words just gives me the tonic I need to begin this sunny day here in Milwaukee. It is just 8: am as I write this.

          Take care of yourself. Heck yeah, and have a good time to boot. I always enjoy reading your comments to my diaries. But to read this latest message from you is the icing on the cake.

          Thank you politik....I hope you come in to this diary and read this even if it is not on the board any longer. As usual, I will check here later.

          Take care


          Old men tell same old stories

          by Ole Texan on Wed Nov 28, 2012 at 06:05:53 AM PST

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  •  Great story. It's so vivid! What an experience (5+ / 0-)

    that must have been.  What did they use the dogs for?

    I love dogs too.  One of my dogs, a little mutt, is very intent when it comes to smells, more so than any other dog I've ever had. .  She will follow mice trails and other scents.  I wondered if we could develop and direct that sense of smell, andwhether she could  find us if we hid or maybe find an object, but I wouldn't know how to begin.  

    •  Bluedust, Good question in your comment. (3+ / 0-)

      As I noted being a ward of the state of Texas while stationed at the State School for Boys in the early 50`s, I deliberately left a portion of what this school is all about.

      This particular place was a sprawling piece of land used by the state of Texas to house delinquent juvenile law violators in the absence of ability to send them to prisons for adults.

      As I recall, there must have been a thousand or more juveniles house in separate dormitories scattered throughout the property call a school for boys. Actually rough time was served there with offenders of different caliber in age and law violations
      that got them there. So to answer your question:

      What were these dogs used for?

      hmmm, to chase and catch run away kids, I mean everyday one or two tried to make it out of there. It was that bad.

      And as for training your mutt to track your scent and find you if you hide. Trust me on this:

      If you mean hiding in a place the mutt can reach, he will find you with his nose.

      Old men tell same old stories

      by Ole Texan on Tue Nov 27, 2012 at 06:15:29 AM PST

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      •  I was afraid that's what the dogs were used for. (0+ / 0-)

        Especially when you said they were trained to subdue their quarry aggressively.  I was certain reading it that the dogs were being trained to run down humans, and that was why you noted that they were loyal to you when they licked you instead.  

        Yes I'm certain she could eventually find me.  Perhaps we will make it a game.  :)

        •  Bluedust, thank you (1+ / 0-)
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          for staying with me on this diary. As you must know from me, I do not pretend to be an expert on dogs.

          Since you show so much interest in your mutt, I can continue to believe that those of us who own or have owned dogs, are themselves trained by the dogs to treat them as family.

          I think that my inclination to this statement is shared by many diaries and other writings I have seen on this subject. Just ask any true dog lover. The person will tell you that their dog is a  part of their family...a family member.

          Dogs train us to be that. Does this makes sense to you?

          Blue understood that I was part of her life and she had to depend on me for survival. Oh, I don`t know, maybe she saw me as a brother...who knows?

          Perhaps an expert who accidentally reads this may know and make a comment.

          Old men tell same old stories

          by Ole Texan on Tue Nov 27, 2012 at 08:15:30 AM PST

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  •  Excellent, excellent storytelling! (6+ / 0-)

    Thank you for sharing your memories with us!

    Our country can survive war, disease, and poverty... what it cannot do without is justice.

    by mommyof3 on Mon Nov 26, 2012 at 07:29:50 PM PST

  •  Another good one by Ole Texan. (6+ / 0-)

    Nice job again and happy to hear from you. Sounds rough and hard and good at the same time. You have not led a boring life, so your stories are good.

    •  rosarugosa, its so good to see (2+ / 0-)
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      you again on my page. I had often wondered how you`ve been prior to today. You sound encouraging and I thank you as usual for your presence.

      Well yeah, its been a rough road to travel on my journey but like everything in life, there are enough good times to go around and share.

      This was one of them. The fact that I was trusted with horses and chasing dogs is a clear indication that the reason for my being there was not mind bogging to say the least.

      Like lessons learned in life, this one was good for me.

      Old men tell same old stories

      by Ole Texan on Tue Nov 27, 2012 at 06:24:25 AM PST

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  •  Thank You - N/T (2+ / 0-)
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    politik, Senor Unoball

    "Upward, not Northward" - Flatland, by EA Abbott

    by linkage on Mon Nov 26, 2012 at 11:17:41 PM PST

  •  Very interesting story. I can remember (4+ / 0-)

    a similar event in my childhood (1950s) - staged by the teachers of our Sunday school class.  We were taken on a coon hunt late at night: I can still remember the baying of the hounds, running through the damp forest unable to see much because the night was pitch dark: unfortunately, it is an experience I wish I could forget.  I had no idea what happened to the raccoon once it was treed.  

    My daughter trains bomb sniffing dogs.  She became involved with animal training while stationed in Germany in the Air Force.  After the military, she went on to work for police departments in North Texas training bomb sniffing dogs.  She loves her work.

    Thanks for sharing your experience.

    •  praenomen, not to sound (3+ / 0-)

      alarming towards that unlucky coon that night you write about, but if you noticed, I wrote that once the hounds got wind of the coon`s scent, that little guy was a trapped up high on a tree.

      He was now at the mercy of the hunters after him. Not too good eh. But that`s what blood hounds do.

      And yes, as we have noticed in many disasters like earth quakes and others, sniffing dogs play a very important role in rescue missions.

      It is good that man has learned that dogs are valuable towards better communications and searching for victims buried under the rubble of downed buildings and such.

      I am sure your daughter is thrilled and happy working with these dogs. It leaves an everlasting impression of anyone who lives everyday contacts with them. I send my best wishes to your daughter.

      Old men tell same old stories

      by Ole Texan on Tue Nov 27, 2012 at 06:40:56 AM PST

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      •  I'm sorry, Ole Texan. My comment wasn't (0+ / 0-)

        meant as a form of criticism of you.  Your diary was good.  The group I was with used cane poles to knock the coon from the tree and then the dogs shredded it.  It was not a pleasant scene to watch.

        I love animals...including raccoons.  I have three that visit me regularly and they are very entertaining.

  •  Just beautiful, man... (3+ / 0-)

    I loved this. I pretty much have had a continous line of German Shepards since I was thirteen. Forty something years later, still do...SSK

    "Hey Clinton, I'm bushed" - Keith Richards

    by Santa Susanna Kid on Tue Nov 27, 2012 at 02:14:52 AM PST

    •  Santa Susanna Kid, hi (2+ / 0-)
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      and it is so nice to know of your love for dogs. German Shepards are so cool.

      There had always been a dog or two in my home since I can remember. Until I was left sitting alone in my nest after my kids flew the coop, I can no longer look after a dog. A shame I know.

      But I do have a bird. An African Grey Parrot that at times I wish it was a dog. This bird if you know its kind, drives me bannas with his talking and cursing me for whatever reason.

      I am glad that we have no children here.

      But dogs are the best next of kin in many families, I guess you know that. Good luck and I hope you always have a good dog by your side.

      Old men tell same old stories

      by Ole Texan on Tue Nov 27, 2012 at 06:49:34 AM PST

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      •  Ole Texan, (0+ / 0-)

        Thank you for your reply. I always like to think that if we, or, all humans, could take a view of the world as a dog would; well, this world might be a really cool place to live in. Actually, I'm sure of that...SSK

        "Hey Clinton, I'm bushed" - Keith Richards

        by Santa Susanna Kid on Thu Nov 29, 2012 at 03:25:53 AM PST

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  •  All through the Thanksgiving time (3+ / 0-)
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    I have been wondering how you were, Ole Texan, and when we might hear from you again. This wonderful story was worth the wait! Thank you for sharing you gift with us. Your writing is growing stronger and richer with every tale.

    Those who do not understand history are condemned to repeat it... in summer school.

    by cassandracarolina on Tue Nov 27, 2012 at 06:37:47 AM PST

    •  Dear cassandracarolina: (2+ / 0-)
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      I once told you that we must share a good dose of ESP. I said
      that due to what you tell me today.

      Unbelievably, I too wondered how you were even though I read your Mitt`s diaries with great diligence. I guess we can say that I just got over indulged and became Mitt and Bronco Bama fatigued. I stepped back a tad, and you know my take on that.

      I am happy to see you girl.

      Thanks for noticing the new strength of my written words. I copy much of what I read...and much from you.

      Have a good day.

      Old men tell same old stories

      by Ole Texan on Tue Nov 27, 2012 at 06:58:23 AM PST

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  •  Lovely story. And great to see you again! (2+ / 0-)
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    cassandracarolina, Senor Unoball

    No matter the circumstances, if you give a kid a dog, you'll make a dog lover for life.

    "I speak the truth, not as much as I would, but as much as I dare, and I dare a little the more, as I grow older." --Montaigne

    by DrLori on Tue Nov 27, 2012 at 06:48:34 AM PST

    •  Good Morning DrLori, you (0+ / 0-)

      always write truisms that leave no room for doubt. Again, you are absolutely correct.

      My daughter now in early 30`s got her first dog from me at 6 years old.

      I lost count of all the dogs she has brought home. Now I live alone, with no dog.

      I do miss them I admit. But it would be an injustice to the dog world if I took in one that I have not the time they deserve. I have learned that dogs are able to understand such things and I will no longer put one in dire positions.

      I have adapted against isolating myself with my paintings and some writings which is more than enough time that I can afford at this stage in my life.

      Did I tell you how glad I am to see you this morning?????

      Old men tell same old stories

      by Ole Texan on Tue Nov 27, 2012 at 07:11:26 AM PST

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  •  Good to hear from you again Viejo. (1+ / 0-)
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    This experience makes me wonder whether you might not have been a loyal and skilled canine in a previous lifetime. Thanks for writing it up.

    "Force is as pitiless to the man who possesses it, or thinks he does, as it is to its victims; the second it crushes, the first it intoxicates.” Simone Weil

    by chuco35 on Tue Nov 27, 2012 at 07:42:33 AM PST

    •  Hola carnal Chuco. (0+ / 0-)
      You know, like a ward of some kind, under a court`s care,  or perhaps, I don`t know - maybe I had a touch of dog in me.
      Como la vez carnal? (how do you see this Bro?) translation.

      Thank you Chuco for your keen observation. But actually I have always believed that I was a large Tom Cat in a previous life -- sitting in the arms of a loving rich woman who adorned me with precious stones on my collar and squealed at my mere purr.

      How`s it going down there in El Chuco carnal?

      Old men tell same old stories

      by Ole Texan on Tue Nov 27, 2012 at 08:02:53 AM PST

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      •  Still doing the Lambada over 9/6. (1+ / 0-)
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        Amazed at how heavily La Raza trended towards the president. I saw it with my own eyes in the barrios of Denver and the South Texas brushland, and was proud at the turn-out. This from a crowd that was rabid Hillary in 2008. Don't let nobody tell you that Hispanics are in so heavily only because of Obama's magnetism. It's clear we're now as loyal a part of the Democratic Party coalition as old Blue was to you.

        "Force is as pitiless to the man who possesses it, or thinks he does, as it is to its victims; the second it crushes, the first it intoxicates.” Simone Weil

        by chuco35 on Tue Nov 27, 2012 at 09:00:11 AM PST

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        •  Excellent point Chuco. (1+ / 0-)
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          What I found amusing about the Media`s reaction to the sleeping giant having awakened is not only their perception of the Mexican sleeping under a cactus with his sombrero covering his head. How long has this been a Republican dog whistle?

          I found it funny because the Hispanics that kicked Republican ass were never sleeping, never.

          They were making babies!

          Which is one subject they want to curtail with their Anchor baby  bullshit of self deportations. But yeah, as a Hispanic, I know what loyalty is. As you say Blue was loyal to me because I saw that she lived, the same loyalty can be applied to Hispanics and the Democrats. Scratch my back dude, and I will scratch yours!

          This is my personal political Ad, I don`t do this at all. But I approve this message.

          We have indeed awakened Amigo.

          Old men tell same old stories

          by Ole Texan on Tue Nov 27, 2012 at 10:12:34 AM PST

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  •  A nice diary. But I assumed from the title it was (1+ / 0-)
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    about John McCain.

    "A young man who wishes to remain a sound Atheist cannot be too careful of his reading. There are traps everywhere ". C. S. Lewis

    by TofG on Tue Nov 27, 2012 at 12:42:06 PM PST

    •  Sorry TofG, I don`t do (0+ / 0-)

      politics in diaries. Personally I think a story about dogs is much interesting that John McCain, whoever that is.

      Sorry to disappoint you. But I thank you for the compliment on the diary.

      Old men tell same old stories

      by Ole Texan on Tue Nov 27, 2012 at 01:58:07 PM PST

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