100 miles to the bushel
Written by
sandy steele
January 2012
Written by
sandy steele
January 2012


Sandy Steele's dog Susie Says

Who needs cars

A few months ago, Sandy and I went into town to see what was going on with some holiday on the 4th of July. People were everywhere with their dogs and cats running amuck around the town square and people blowing horns and throwing small paper cigarettes that exploded on the ground. Scared the stuffing out of me, so I hid under an old fashioned covered wagon parked nearby.

Now don't get me wrong, but the horse that was attached to the wagon seemed dazed and not the brightest bulb in the chandelier. However, sitting on the driver's bench was a “ sharper than your average male dog”, dachshund named Buster Brown. Buster told me a tale that's hard to believe. Seems he met up with the driver of this covered wagon back in 2009 in Texas. They sort of rescued each other like Sandy and me. Now here's where it gets real interesting. And it's all completely true!

Buster and the wagon driver, Mr. Newton, decided one day in February 2 ½ years ago to go on a little trip together. So they packed up their food(vittles) and clothes and hitched up the horse engine and left Corpus Christi to see some of America. Whoa Nelly!!!

So far they've traveled over a thousand miles on their trip. And guess how much they spent on gas and lodging..Zero. The horse eats grass and such in fields where they camp out, and people along the way have actually given them food. Buster in fact could stand to lose a few. They sleep in the covered wagon or on the ground under the stars.

Here's the kicker. Mr. Newton said he awoke one day and decided to retire from work and married life at the same time. After talking to Buster, they decided to leave everything like bills and such behind them. No mailbox in a traveling covered wagon. Oh, by the way, Mr. Newton is 70.

I asked Sandy if we could go on a trip like that in a wagon across the country. She looked at me like maybe the fireworks had done something to my brain. Sandy is so warm blooded that she runs the air-conditioner in the winter. I swear. Anyway, Buster and Mr. Newton and the horse with no name, left our tiny village for parts unknown. The last thing I said was, they should go to the beaches in California and see the chicks.

Catch you later,

Susie and Sandy

P.S. People never really understand and appreciate that dogs really are man's best friend, until they start betting on horses.

For more info on Susie and Sandy go to www.sandysteele.com

To see all her blogs go to: http://sandy-steele.blogspot.com

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