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Re-Introducing Colonel Bob (From Thereby Hangs A Tail)

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February 20th, 2010 Posted 9:06 am

I’d never been in a plane, had no desire to, but pilots! They turned out to be great. At least these pilots were. They had a cool lounge beside the runway, with a grill out front. And what was cooking on the grill? Burgers, burgers by the ton! Not sure what by the ton meant, exactly, but anytime it had to do with food good things happened.

“A burger lover, aren’t you, Chet?” said the driver, who maybe was a pilot, too, possibly even the boss; everyone called her Major. And, yes, I was a burger lover, no denying it. “Room for one more?” she said.

What a question.

I had one more, plus part of another I split with the major. After that, someone found a rubber ball and we had a  game of fetch. One of the guys, Colonel Bob – who may in fact have been the top boss, hard to tell, what with the whole pilot world being brand new to me – was a pretty good thrower, his arm almost as strong as Bernie’s.

“Got a set of wheels on you, huh, Chet?” said Colonel Bob.

Wheels? What was he talking about? But I liked Colonel Bob, especially his big red face and short gray hair, cut flat on top. He gave me a nice pat. So did the major. And some of the others. After some more fetch, I got tired – not like me at all, getting tired in the middle of fetch – and lay down in a shady spot overlooking a strange black plane on the runway, scary just to look at. My eyes closed.

“He’d be fun to have around,” someone said.

“Who could afford to feed him?” said someone else.

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Balls

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February 9th, 2009 Posted 9:11 am

Tennis balls are the best. Have I mentioned that already? They bounce just right, and there’s just enough give when you get them between your teeth. Also they’ve got an interesting smell, especially fresh ones right out of the can. I prefer fresh tennis balls but don’t make a fuss about old ones. I also like the hissing sound when Bernie unseals the can. But chasing old ones is fine, too. Next comes baseballs. Who would have guessed there’s all this stuff inside them? Bernie pitched for Army. He can throw a baseball a long long way, but never so far that it’s stopped rolling before I snatch it up. Usually on the hop, if you want the truth. I have this spin move where I snare the ball right out of the air and start zooming back all in one motion, my ears flat back in the wind – the fun we have, me and Bernie!

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