Bad dog!

The original title for this post was “Hey, bitch… It ain’t gonna lick itself.”
Then, Callum texted saying he’d like to do a “tag on” and we thought “Bad dog” was more appropriate. Whatever the title, we love the subject!
…And… on a totally unrelated subject, how are you guys feeling about the Jeopardy guest hosts? Dub, Ben and I thought Katie Couric was a bit too “happy, happy, happy”, but so far, Dr. Oz hasn’t been as bad as we thought he might be. The subs sure aren’t Alex!


Hey. It’s Cal. I thought I’d tell you a story about a “bad dog.”
As you know, we’ve been looking for a pup for Chance for a while. He’s really wanted his own dog and we wanted him to have one. The thing was, when we asked him what kind of dog he wanted, he kept saying “one just like “Buzz.” Of course, there aren’t any more dogs like Buzz, but we’ve kept on looking.
When the grandparents were here last weekend, Pop-pops got Alex and me off to the side and told us about a dog he thought we might (?) be interested in. He said it belonged to a couple he knows in Springfield. He said he’d worked with the fellow on some art projects at the museum and “he’s a good guy.”
The thing is… the wife wanted a puppy and so he got her a 12-week old English Springer spaniel for Christmas. He said she immediately fell in love with the pup and named him “Bugsby” or “Bugs” for short (she thought he was “cute as a bug”). It was all good for a while – then the problems started. He’d been doing so well on his house training, they left him alone at home one day while they went to work. He “totally destroyed” a hand-knotted Persian rug her grandmother had given them. So, on the first nice day they put him in the (fenced-in) back yard and went to work. He dug out under the fence and destroyed a neighbor’s planting area. The pup is “crate trained” but the guy thought it was cruel to leave him in the crate all day – and then all night, so they tried leaving him “home alone” again. He chewed the leg off a Louis XVI writing table. He said his wife was hysterical and thought “Bugs” was “the worst dog in the world.”
So they started boarding him at a local doggie day care ($30.00 per day). Now, the wife hates the dog and they can’t trust him alone in their home and day care is expensive so they want to “be rid of him.”
Last Tuesday, Pop-pops picked up the dog and brought him down to the lake. Alex, Chance and I met them over at David and Ben’s place. The pup and Buzz started playing and chased each other all over the house – barking and playing “keep away” with one of Buzz’ toys. They were a “hoot.” When they settled down, the pup went over to where Dub and Chance were sitting and just looked at them. We told them about the problems his owners had had with him and that they thought he was a “bad dog.” Dub said “There prolly aren’t any bad dogs – just bad owners.” Chance was immediately in love with him and we asked if he’d like to keep him. He grinned from ear to ear and said “Could we… could we… please?”
So, long story short, Chance has his new puppy. He’s crate trained and house trained and came with a crate, collars, leashes, beds, food and water dishes and toys. “Bugs” is a sweet pup. He’s been sleeping with Chance and SO FAR, he’s been a “good dog.” Alex and I think Dub is probably right. There’s “prolly” no such thing as a “bad dog.” xoxo Cal and Alex

Dude. It’s “Eyes wide open” on “Friends Friday”!

Hey, guys. It’s Rick. Keon and I want to bring you up-to-date on our “new” cabin at Table Rock. It’s been a whirl-wind and now that it’s finished, we’re looking forward to lots of summer fun at the Lake. We won’t bore you with the details but there a few things we just have to tell you.
First, Alex is amazing, he took charge of the project and didn’t slow up till it was done. He was like a squirrel, climbing around on the scaffolding and spray painting every square inch of the interior while the “gang” kept up with him, masking off the doors and woodwork. We had selected muted shades of blue and green and it turned out great. He surprised us at the end by doing a mural on one wall of the master bedroom. It’s a colorful painting of the rock garden and when you first look at it, you see the Japanese maple trees and the benches and bubbling urns… then, you realize the real center of attention is at the back. There’s a shirtless black boy in shorts and oversized sneakers… with a big grin – sitting on the rock retaining wall with his arm around his dog (who also seems to be grinning). It’s beautiful – and both Denise and Carol wept a bit when they saw it (Keon and I -and I think some of the other guys) may have teared-up a little, too.
Then, there was the flooring project. When we bought the cabin, the floor was covered with ugly gray indoor-outdoor carpeting. Raef and Chad looked at it and went to work cutting it into strips with utility knives and ripping it out. The gang pitched in and hauled the carpet strips out to the dumpster. There were some cracks in the concrete slab so Raef and Chad went to Branson and got some quick-set concrete patch and filled them. They did a wonderful job and when they were finished, Alex pronounced the floor “smooth as a baby’s butt.” It was then just a matter of laying the finish flooring. We used un-grouted, ceramic-vinyl tile that Alex says will be super easy to care for.
Denny has asked… but we honestly don’t know what to think about my brother’s relationship with Raef. We know they live together and own a dog together and stay together at a fishing lodge when they’re at the lake. Dub calls Raef “Unca Chad’s boyfriend” and somehow gets away with it. Of course, Dub still calls Bella “Izzie” and gets away with that, too 🙂
The last thing we did was move the furnishings in. Alex, Cal and Denise had helped us find and buy all the furniture and wall decorations (except the mattresses) at consignment shops and estate sales. It saved us a LOT of money and looks AWESOME.
Finally (as Steve Jobs might have said) “one more thing.” Alex wouldn’t take any money for all the work he did on the cabin. When we tried to pay him, he just laughed and said “Hey, you can’t afford me. Of course, at the prices I charge, I couldn’t afford me either.” So… Keon and I were really pleased we could help him and Cal with getting approved as “foster parents” by the Social Services Division. They still haven’t gotten the final word on “Chance” but we’re praying for them and hoping everything works out. It’d be wonderful having a new addition to our “Northland gang” and we know they’d be amazing foster parents – and Bella would be a terrific sister. I’m sure they’ll keep you posted.
Keon says the next time we go to the Lake, no one had better even mention the word “work” to us 🙂
xoxo Rick and Keon

It’s “Friends Friday,” and the “eyes have it.”

Hey, guys. It’s Keon. David has done several of these “suck eyes” posts and they’re one of my absolute favorites. Rick and I spend hours and hours sucking each others’ dick and I love the way we maintain eye contact while we’re doing it. We think it’s one of the best (and most intimate) things about dude sex!


Ben had suggested Rick and I might want to drop by the school sometime and “chat with Travon’s Art Instructor.” So, last Friday we did. She seems like a genuinely nice person and couldn’t say enough good things about Travon. She said he might be the “most promising art student at the school.” Said his “concepts of color, space and movement are exceptional…as is his ability to depict and describe creative meaning.” She kind of lost us along the way, but we got the idea. She showed us a bunch of his artwork and we were totally blown away. There were drawings/sketches of Muff, Max, Rick and me and the lake cabin and boys making crank ice cream… and lots more. One, in particular just stopped us short. It was a group of white kids in a room laughing and playing… while in the corner a small black boy was sitting, bent-over with his head in his hands. When we saw that, we both teared-up and were just speechless. I don’t think either of us had realized how much mental garbage our amazing little dude is still carrying around with him. When we got home, we were both like just hugging him and telling him how much we love him. It’s like sometimes there just aren’t enough ways to make sure he knows how special he is to us.
xoxo Keon and Rick