ROBERT AND BRANDY
One of my friends, Robert Webster of Hamlet, NC is featured in many places
on my website; e.g., recipes and
short story pages. Robert is a good
sport and enjoys a good grin as much as I do myself, therefore I am going to
relate a couple incidents that happened a couple months ago until recently.
Here goes the saga as best as I can remember since it doesn't take too much
effort on my part to loose details and facts very quickly; might be a
product of maturity or something like that.
I made a trip to Lowe's in Rockingham, NC to pick up a few items for a
current project and while in the plumbing or hardware section, don't'
remember exactly which; I ran into Robert Webster. We talked for
awhile and he had a couple chain saw chains in his vehicle for me that the Hamlet Hardware
had sharpened. When through shopping and checkout,
we headed toward the parking lot and I asked Robert where he was parked and
he pointed in the direction of his vehicle and was trying to get ahead of me
but he was stopped by some of his friends and I continued walking to his
I was standing outside Robert's Mountaineer and he hurriedly opened
the door and got between myself and the vehicle and I was immediately
curious since such actions are suspect after working in a Prison environment
for 33 years, whereas I think one is more in tune to human behavior and
actions than a regular "street person." By now, I was on full alert
and glanced across the front seat of his vehicle and noticed the cutest
little dog lying down on the passenger seat as quiet and still as a Church
mouse. I asked Robert, "Is that your dog"
and he replied "that it came with the
marriage and belonged to his bride Sandra."
Robert had a sheepish look on his face and I could tell he
didn't want me to see the little dog named Brandy riding shotgun with him.
I called Robert that same afternoon and he related to me that his youngest
son Joshua aka bucket head per
Robert, pulled up beside him at an intersection a short time after he left
the Lowe's parking lot and Josh spotted the little dog in the passenger seat
and said some things I had better not post of my website......anyway, Josh
was laughing at the top of his lungs from what I put together. I told
Robert he lost some serious "man points"
with Brandy riding in the front seat and I broke out into a grin myself
while talking with him.
I kidded Robert every now and then about Brandy and him losing man points and
not to be outdone, he had someone take several pictures of a retired German
Shepard police dog sitting in the passenger seat of his Mountaineer,
implying that was his dog and emailed me the pictures. I immediately called
him back and told him he wasn't going to "water
head" me with those pictures. I told him to
"man up" and send me a picture of
him and Brandy which did not happen.
A couple weeks after the Robert and Brandy incident in the Lowe's parking
lot, I was talking to Robert on his
Obamaphone and his bride got on the phone and related to me,
"ratted him out" about another
incident that happened with him and Brandy again and here goes the story.
Mind you, that Robert didn't want to tell me about the following episode.
Robert and Brandy were riding from the Lake Tillery Family
on Highway 24/27 and his Mountaineer ran
out of gas within walking distance from the campgrounds. It was very hot and
Robert didn't want to leave Brandy in the truck and put Brandy on a bright
colored plastic stretch lease and started walking back to the campground on
the shoulder of the road. You have to get that visual image in
the brain; a 6' 2" robust man walking down the road behind the little "toy
dog." Not only did the larger vehicles blow their horns at him but
regular vehicles did the same thing too and the occupants were grinning like an opossum
eating persimmons. I certainly did have to grin
when Sandra related that occurrence to me and when Robert got back on the
phone, I didn't cut him any slack or show any mercy but had to grin out loud
on that one.
To continue this saga,
Robert was headed toward Lake Tillery from Lilesville, NC after doing some
repairs to his bride's home which they plan to turn into a rental unit and
had a few packs of frozen Lake Tillery White Perch filets and catfish
bring me on one condition. I had to promise him that I would not take
a picture of Brandy that would be riding with him in the front seat and I
promised him that I would not break out the camera, as bad as I wanted to. Say what you want,
but Robert has become attached to Brandy and she has provided some good company
for him since his Bride is still working but plans to retire before too much
I kept asking Robert to send me a pix of him and Brandy because this short
story that I had in mind was just too good to pass up and a picture of both
of them would seal the deal.
Finally, yesterday or the day before, I got a chance to talk with
while Robert and myself were talking and she agreed to send me a pix of
Robert and Brandy for the short story. Today being 08-01-16, I
reminded Robert about the pix and he finally allowed a pix to be taken so I
could web publish this short story. I reminded Robert,
"A person's word is his bond."
Below is a pix that Sandra aka his bride sent me on the sly she took of him
and Brandy and she also sent it to his son Joshua. Joshua called
Robert or texted him and said, "Go ahead and
turn your man card in" of which I broke into another serious
grin. Robert is about to crack a grin in the pix below himself:
I can't find too much fault with Robert because growing up, I had a small
dog named Brownie aka
Beaner which was a "Rat tail Fice" and we shared many hours together during
my youth. Brownie was a squirrel and rabbit hunting dog at times and could be a lap dog
given the chance as well!
The ironic thing about the relationship between Brandy and Robert, she definitely wasn't that fond of Robert to
begin with as she would sneak up from behind and attempt to nip him on the
back of the legs; just goes to show you what a little bit of TLC
(tender love and care) will
Robert, myself and my No. 1 Brother-in-Law,
Douglas Pettigrew of
Reidsville, NC are scheduled to fish on Lake Tillery Wednesday, August 3,
2016 and taking a chance on publishing this short story until after the fact
since Robert is the "Charter" boat Captain. Doug said he was
going to wait in the car at the campground and let me get out first and make sure
Brandy wasn't running loose; he didn't want to get bitten. I told Doug, we might end
up fishing off the dock at the Swift Island boating access and never get to go
the Lake with Captain Robert Webster again.....grin if you must!
Web published by Bill aka Mickey Porter on 08-01-16.