Cranks My Tractor

Published: Thursday, December 5, 2013 at 08:59 AM.

As I woke up, I found a small black dog cuddled up to me in the bed.  She is a very loving dog and likes the pack feeling when sleeping.   I do not mind sleeping with this dog, it’s nice to have someone or something or a small black dog to wake up in your arms.

She is a dog; she does not care what you are.  Anyway, it seemed she had cuddled up to me with her stern in my face.  It is somewhat startling to wake up with the stern end of a dog in your face, but at least she was there.  Stonehenge did not cross my mind.

Later in the day, I took my two teenagers and some of their friends to some sort of music concert a few hours away.  It was something my son has been looking forward to for a long time.

My son and his friends made a cake to take to the concert.  This sounded strange to me, but I found out that many of the aged 16-24 crowd does the same thing.  Evidently, this fellow who does the singing throws the cakes into the crowd during the concert.

I know… I know…

It concerned me, but I trust my children and I was going to be close by.

As a teenager, I listened to George Jones, Conway Twitty and other country music crooners.  A case could be made that some of what goes on in country songs is not necessarily appropriate.

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