The budweiser dog Weego
The guy on the commercial says, “Here Weego.” Then, the dog fetches beer. Get it – Here we go. O.K. maybe I didn’t have to explain.
Watching that commercial made me remember a character in my small town. He was an old bachelor by the time I met him. He always wore the striped overalls. He walked with a limp from diabetes complications. He was quite a character. When the Mr. was still single he would come quite often to the house and sit around. Now, my Mr. is not one for a lot of visitors. At that time he was farming lots of acres and had about 300 head of cattle to see after. When he came home he wasn’t in for visiting with people that didn’t work. Red would sit across the road and wait for the Mr. to arrive at home, no matter how late it might be. One night the Mr. (who was and is always up for a good joke) was working on the hot shot. For those of you that don’t know, the hot shot is a battery powered prod to poke cattle with to get them to move where you want them to move. It shocks. I think it hurts, but that’s just me. Anyway, the Mr. had removed the batteries while working on it, but Red had arrived after that. The Mr. calmly put the hot shot back together (without the batteries) and said, “Let’s see if this works,” as he stuck it to Red’s chest. Red yelled, thinking he had been shot (he hadn’t) and realizing when everyone started laughing that he hadn’t got up and left mad. He got over it of course.
The Mr. finally had a sign made that was on his front door when I met him that said, “If you were here last night, wait a few nights to come back.” I love him.
But, I digress. Red owned a little terrier dog that he called “Comeear”. Say that aloud. Come Here. Comeear was running loose one day when a one of our really crabby female citizens was driving down his road. Red, innocently went out and yelled for Comeear to come here. She thought he was yelling at here and she did come here and gave him a good cussing. She never did believe the dog was named Comeear.