People have been asking me to return to my “Bloody Awful” roots of me vocalizing my songs. I believe Old & Gray, in my own Redneck Metal style, is pretty much on bloody awful par with my pre-AI vocals music (lyrics at the end of the post).
Belafonte
Belafonte trying to open the Thermos for a second cup of coffee
Loki’s back…
…and helped me with the laundry
Silver @sunrise
Jake loves to help clean up on gelato Sunday
A penny for you thoughts, Gwendolyn
“A penny? At least a fiver, and a squeezy treat or two, if you want to know what I think!”
Marble
Spunk tucked in and grooming
All worn out from grooming
“This is the life!”
Loki
Old and Gray By Timothy Price
[Verse 1] I have a parrot on my hand And a cat on my lap I’m not sure life Can get much better than that
[Chorus] I may be old, I may be gray I may have seen my better days But I can still enjoy the simple ways Of life with birds, life with cats And a big ‘ol yellow dog named Jake
[Verse2] When simple pleasures come my way I savor them from day to day As life slows down Time moves much faster I teeder on the edge of disaster
[Bridge] It’s been said that as you age You become like a fine wine But truth be told, and I can say You become a first class whiner
[Chorus] I may be old, I may be gray I may have seen my better days But I can still enjoy the simple ways Of life with birds, life with cats And a big ‘ol yellow dog named Jake
[Bridge] It’s been said that as you age You become like a fine wine But truth be told, and I can say You become a first class whiner
[Outro] Old and gray, stuck in my ways But with the birds, and cats And ‘ol yeller Jake in the mix This old dog can learn a few new tricks
Jake and I went out at daybreak to open the irrigation gate. While I was cleaning out the ditches as the water flowed in, Jake got all wet romping around in the cool early morning wetness. There was enough rain up north over the past week to raise the water level in the river enough to irrigate.
Sunflower: “Jake! You are such a silly dog!’
Ducks in the mist
After I got all the leaves out of the ditches, Jake and I went on a walk to the river and saw ducks in the mist.
More ducks in the mist
Mist sans ducks
Rio Grande and Sandias at dawn
Glenda
Jake was worn out after romping around, getting all wet, and watering all the tumbleweeds on the way to and from the river.
Veteran’s Honor
Marble snuggled in with Laurie while Laurie was sitting on the couch, reading.