Muck Boots 'n' Slickers - Life of a Livestock Hauler

Gus and I was talking today about Doc. He’s in the same boat as I he lost Max a little while back. Anyway it come to me that after Doc wet that Walker Texas Ranger wanna be’s shoe down Bridgeport Texas for writing me up for the blood lust crime of 41 in a 35 is when me and Doc became like peas and carrots. So you’re right I need to give the pup a chance. When I say he tries excessive to please me that’s an understatement. Doc was good for pissing on shoes and general mayhem till he was almost 3. Spud listens to every word. He just ain’t figured out bring a beer means go tell your Mama to get one out and hand to him.

 

My personal favorite

 

Failure is a reflection of leadership— least that’s what I heard — you might have to pee down a Smokey’s leg a couple times to get him clued in and it could be expensive but it’d probably worth it

 

I’m not sure what would surprise Mr. Highway patrol more. And I’m not saying I’m chicken but can I use a mannequin for training purposes?

 

The Judge might have to make sure her credentials are current and a Gofundme account might have to be up and I doubt you’d have to spend more than one night in the cooler— live training is the only way to go

 

Meh. Kids in school busses and old ladies on the sidewalk flip me off all the time

 

@Isafarmboy is right about the paint for sorting. Dead ones they pour bright green dye over

 

This being home weekends is kinda nice and certainly different. Starting the day off at my favorite diner.

 

Mike you know all the good eatin places! Something I miss about trucking especially in my early years when there was a great truck stop to eat at no matter which way you went.