Monday, October 17, 2005
Man's Best Freind
A couple of posts back, I introduced J.D., so I thought that today I would tell a little story in order to give a little background glimpse of this enigmatic ex-bullrider. I had the strange fortune or misfortune (however one wants to look at it) to work with J.D. for a few years and not a day passed that he failed to amaze me in one way or another.
One night as J.D. and his wife was having sexual relations, in the missionary position, J.D. felt a magical sensation sweep his nether regions. As it was an experience both strange and new, he asked his wife what she was doing to create this wonderful sensation. She having no idea what he was talking about asked him, "What the hell are you talking about." He stated to her, "Well it's like your pussy grew a tongue and is licking my nutsack while we are having sex." To which she responded, " I still don't have any idea what the hell you are talking about."
At this point, J.D. looked over his shoulder and discovered the creator of this wondrous sensation. The family pet, a little terrier, had jumped onto the bed unnoticed by J.D. and his wife and was licking J.D.'s scrotum like there was no tomorrow. At this point in relating his story to us, his co-workers, he stated wistfully, " I would have kicked that dog out but it just felt too damn good."
As you could imagine J. D. received quite a bit of ribbing both good natured and otherwise. Some asked him if he rubbed peanut butter on his balls to get the dog to lick them. Some told him that his wife had the dog trained and he just happened to get in the way. I never gave him to much hell over it. In the first place, I couldn't keep a straight face long enough to get more than two words out of my mouth and in the second place it is a sick world and I am a happy man.
I must sadly give the conclusion to this tale. A couple of years after J.D. related this story, the beloved family pet died in a tragic accident. The family buried the pooch in the backyard and gave it a heroes farewell. I am sure that there was not a dry eye in the proceedings. There are those who might think that cowboys are hard of heart and there are those that feel that men cannot show emotion. But those people did not see the haunting sadness in the eyes of J.D. when he told us that his best freind had died.
In Memorium: Skippy 1996 - 1999