Bama the Brain Damaged Dog

Man I miss our old dog Fred, our family friend for the past 16 years.  We're looking to get another dog when we get to Tennessee.  We really love our four-legged friends and got a small taste of dogs (no pun intended being Filipino and all) while we were in Alabama.  Out in the country where Carol's family lives, most of the dogs aren't on leashes.  Most of them are free to romp around to their heart's content.  Our car got chased by dogs countless times.  That's country living.

This is Bama, blissfully sunbathing on Aunt Annie's sidewalk.  Her name is short for Alabama.

Bama is a sweet dog but she's got a couple of things wrong with her.  She was hit by a car a while ago and hasn't been the same since.  Some of the family thinks she's got brain damage.  When it rains, the other dogs are smart enough to scamper under the porch for shelter.  Bama stays exactly where she's at and looks around strangely as if she's asking, "what's this strange stuff falling out of the sky?"  She gets totally confused and seems to wake up to a different world every day.

I don't know.  After seeing how happy this dog can be over a simple hot sidewalk, maybe she's not so brain damaged after all.  Looks like she's discovered the secret of life.  This is exactly what I want to do when I retire.