Pet Stories

A Dog named "Lonesome"

FoldUnfold Table of Contents A Dog named Lonesome Puppy Tales A Dog named Lonesome By Dub Ramsel The year of 1936 was no different from 1935 as far as I could tell. People were going around with things to barter for groceries as well as dry goods. This was the year I met Elzy Estes. Elzy had married my cousin Effie Cleveland. Effie was...

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A Moment with Gretchen

Have you ever wondered: Why dentists put abstract art on the wall instead of the ceiling where you can see it? Why those instruments that look so tiny on the swiveling tray feel so large when they are whirling away in your mouth? If “Marathon Man” style dental questioning was used by the CIA? What dental pain feels like if you have really big teeth...

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A very special Christmas.

It was Christmas morning in our new house on Norwood. Standing at the top of the stairs in our red white stripped pajamas we found the note attached to the end of a big red ribbon! At five, I could not read the note very well so my older sister took control and read it aloud to us all. Follow Me the note said! Slidding down the stairs,...

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About A Delightful Book

I had intended at the outset to write a one-paragraph book review. But upon further consideration, decided, “Oh, what the hell”. And so, with out further ado, and — (upon the advice of one Leroy Jethro Gibbs— for those of you who are also NCIS fans) — without apology … I read my first book at age four. The book was Angus And The Cat — Angus being a...

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BLM Mustangs

Some of you may remember in November of 2000, we bought a little weanling mustang from the BLM auction. Sundance was to be my horse, but he bonded inexplicably with my weird, professor husband who had never been around horses before in his 52 years. The closest he's ever come is a love of old cowboy movies! Nobody was more surprised than he to find...

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Bud Mills - the Stud Horse Man

Bud Mills - the Stud Horse Man By Dub Ramsel Bud was not someone who wore Levis and boots with a denim shirt to pretend to be a cowboy. He was genuine. He did some rodeoinq when he was younger and ranched the rugged hill country around Leaky in Real County, Texas. Real County is about the ruggedest part of the Edwards Plateau. It was not known by...

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Bull Fight

Bull Fight It was April, 1971, and I was in Madrid, Spain, with a group of teachers visiting on Spring Break. As an English teacher and admirer of Ernest Hemingway, the macho writer, with his descriptions of death in the afternoon at the bullfights, I was eager to partake of one of his favorite activities-as a spectator , not a participant. We had...

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Butch Cassidy the III

My Dad had a dog, well he was really an extraordinary dog. I think he was really a cat. He had many lives like a cat. When this young chocolate Labrador limped into my Dad's yard, my Dad took him in and started nursing him. Dad kept an eye on him and he kept getting sicker and sicker. The dog's leg was swollen up and he had several spots that had...

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Charlie and Whitey, the Rooster

Charlie arrived home on a lovely late Summer Friday afternoon. There was a gentle breeze and it was not too hot. He decided it would be a perfect time for a pre-dinner nap in the hammock. It had been a long week and the kids would be arriving for the weekend early the next morning. The hammock was hung lower to the ground than most, providing easy...

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Charlie DeMar Stories - Part 1

When you come right down to it, sometimes a most ordinary man can be at the same time, a most remarkable man. The following stories, as best as I can remember them, are about such a man. His name was Charlie DeMar. He was fond of telling folks that his name was Charles, Augustus, Rickabaw, Hicks DeMar, and that he was named after every Doctor in...

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Charlotte and the Back Steps

circa 1936 The child was in the yard with her dog, Spotty, when she saw the man approach the front gate. She knew that was her cue to hurry into the house. C'mon Spotty - hurry up. As the back door closed behind her, she called out to Charlotte – “Mommie, Mommie - there's a Hungry Man coming. Thank you sugar - now you be sure to stay inside ' ...

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HORSE TRADING IN WILLIAMSON COUNTY

HORSE TRADING IN WILLIAMSON COUNTY By Dub Ramsel There were two full time horse traders in Georgetown when I arrived to the County in 1952. Fred Perry lived and had his lot on University Avenue, or Hwy 29 west. It was on the south side of the street near the bridge that crossed the South San Gabriel River. Fred also kept a sorrel stallion for...

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How We got Rimington

One day Rachel, my sister, saw some Great Dane puppies on the side of the road. They stopped to look at the puppies. After that Rachel begged Mom and Dad to get her one because Christmas was creeping up on them. The she started looking for them in the newspaper. Aha she found an article!!! She was so happy!! She then begged and begged Mom Dad so...

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Jack Murray A Man With A Plan

Jack Murray A Man With A Plan By Dub Ramsel When I first met Jack Murray shortly after I arrived in Williamson County, I knew that here was a man who knew where he was going and how he was going to get there. He was a rancher and spent every day except Sunday at the many man killing chores that went along with getting the job done. Only these...

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Listening to horses

Hoppy and Horses Four years old with a face lit up like Christmas, fancy two gun rig slung low over chaps with conchos and rawhide ties, tooled leather cowboy boots and of course a cowboy hat all with eyes glued to a black and white television built into oak cabinetry with a 12 inch screen completely filled with the face of William Boyd as...

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Living in an Icon

FoldUnfold Table of Contents Hats, Mustangs and Austrians Cowboy Poets Hats, Mustangs and Austrians I blame my parents for causing me to spend most of my life disliking hats. First, my skull is rather large and not really shaped well for a hat built to a more regular oval. Second, genetics has contributed to my thick and curly head of hair....

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My Biography - Hotsy Totsy, The Dachsie

I was born November 16, 1961, at the home of Mr. and Mr. Karl Basedow in Closter, New Jersey. On December 31, 1961, a nice couple from Tenafly, New Jersey came to look at me for their family pet. I was a very handsome six-week old puppy and I could see both the man and lady were captured by me and after much discussion I went home with this couple....

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My Biography - Spoty, The Beagle

My Biography – Spoty, The Beagle I was a young Beagle in 1938 and came to live with a very kind gentleman who liked to hunt rabbits. I had a nice dog house and fenced in dog yard all for me and life was very good. I spent time jumping up on to the roof of my dog house to survey the surrounding area and as my master said –“I could almost see New...

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Patsy, Tony and Marilyn's Little Tush

Patsy, Tony and Marilyn’s Little Tush Among Charlie’s many and varied friends were Patsy and Tony, who owned a Bar and Grille down in Golden’s Bridge. At one point, for some unknown reason, these friends offered Charlie a pair of geese. Charlie, being Charlie, of course gleefully and immediately (before the offer could be rescinded) said “Thank...

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The Legend of Mitzi & the Copperhead

Ca. 1936. This is a story about a Boston Terrier named Mitzi. Actually, it had been intended that her name be “Misty” due to her grey brindle hair coat. (She did, of course have the requisite white markings of the breed: muzzle; blaze between the eyes and over the top of the head; collar; chest; and forelegs.) But back to her name. When Mitzi came...

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