I helped a hosette taday. I was at Farmer's Coop and her hound had got outta tha pickup thru tha rust hole in the passenger door. I spose it was tryin ta git away from tha younguns on accounta it had ears a lot longer than yer normal hound dog an a "do I look that stupid?" look on it's face when she was talkin all nice and tryin ta cokes him back in.

Now, I fancy myself as someone who knows a bit about yer animules and yer hosers so I waved an asked, "Does he pay tension ta yer man?" An she said "Yup. Wouldya?" So's I walked over by tha door a tha truck, pointed at the hound an then at tha truck an said, "Git yer ass in the truck NOW."

I got a thank yew an a invite ta tha horseshoes an BBQ up Lutz Mountain tanight. But I ain't goin. That there hound dog might be there.