February 1, 2008 Bonus Blog Post
Kathy got me a new camera last weekend and I documented some of the rain. The storm squatted on Cave Creek for about 48 hours and even as it started to lift it left tattered clouds over Black Mountain, making it look more like Hawaii than Arizona:



Of course, every day is Christmas Day to a dog, and here's Peaches kicking out the jams, going up Old Stage Road at a fair clip (photo taken over the handle bars of my girl's bike). That's Buddy Boze Hatkiller, way up the way:



When we get back the dogs get a drink, collapse and get set to snooze for the rest of the day. Resting up, of course, to bark all night, which is their main job, if you ask them:



Got an email from Dirk Rash asking how his painting is coming and I told him I've got the underpainting done. Here it is:



Yes, it's an oil and quite ambitious: "Ambush At Stagecoach Pass." Hope to finish in another week.

Meanwhile, here's the actual lyrics to Wooly Bully, in case you were interested:

WOOLY BULLY (Domingo Samudio)

Uno, dos, one, two, tres, quatro
Matty told Hatty about a thing she saw.
Had two big horns and a wooly jaw.
Wooly bully, wooly bully.
Wooly bully, wooly bully, wooly bully.
Hatty told Matty, "Let's don't take no chance.
Let's not be L-seven, come and learn to dance."
Wooly bully, wooly bully
Wooly bully, wooly bully, wooly bully.
Matty told Hatty, "That's the thing to do.
Get you someone really to pull the wool with you."
Wooly bully, wooly bully.
Wooly bully, wooly bully, wooly bully.

like many old blues songs, do you think there
are sexual inuendos in those lyrics?

—gus walker

"You can't have a better tomorrow if you are thinking about yesterday all the time."
—Paul McCartney