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I'm gonna get 'er done once and fer all!" An I slapped him on the back and off he went into shoot number three. I got up there with him and helped him with his bull rope. I gave him words of confidence. He nodded vigorously that he was good. He got all set. He put on an extra wrap known as the "suicide wrap". And with steel eyed conviction, he scootched forward, nodded his head and the gate blew open. And man oh man did that crowd roar as that nearly two ton black "poodle" thundered into the arena with PJW stuck to his back like ugly on an ape! PJ was stuck on there fast as The Poodle, growling, sh i tting, and blowing snot all at the same time, twisted and heaved high into the air trying to shake PJ off and dump him on the ground. That massive Black Angus tried every trick in the book to shake PJ and slam him to the ground so's he could stomp PJ to death. But PJ stuck fast. Four seconds had gone by as the great bull tried a different tactic, one that had worked for him everytime in the past. The Poodle turned hard to the left, but then on a dime, switched back to the right in a violent heave and began to spin like an Oklahoma Twister tearin into a trailer park! He was tryin to get 'ol PJ into "the well" an dump him good. But! PJ's HCRS traing came in handy. He'd remembered Bob Donaldson's instructions to "slash" with his free arm to the left if he's tryin to dump you into the well to the right. PJ began to slide to the right and it looked as if he was going to go down, but with a mighty heavin' slash to the left, he righted himself and was back on dead center! I grinned and hooted and hollered as I watched my friend exorcize his demons on the back of that giant black Poodle! And by gawd PJ hung in! But there was fire in that black bull's eyes! FAARR I tell ye! That bull was pi ssed off! He'd only been ridden once before and he was still mad about it, and he was determined to shake this big old cowboy who had been upon his back for way too long at this point! Just then, The Poodle made one last ditch effort to shake his tormentor loose. He switched from his spin to the right, heaved to the left, and then lunged straight for the boards of the arena fence! He arced high into the air, and come down with his front two feet planted two feet in front of the boards with his hind legs twelve feet in the air behind him! The crowd stood to their feet with a fearsome roar as they expected PJ to be catapulted over the fence and into the chutes! But PJ hung in with a grin and a grimmace cause he knew that the horn was about to blow that heavenly eight second sound. And sure enough, there it went. But also sure enough, just after the horn, PJ did in fact vault into the air, flyin high with a loud "yee haw" comin from his mouth, while flyin clean over the shoots! He landed square on his butt just past where I'd been up on the fence of the chutes where I'd been watchin his Victory Ride. And even though he'd hit like a huge sack of Idaho potatos, and had landed real hard, he had a look of serenity on his face. He had a real peaceful look of "serendipity", if you will. Came to that rodeo for one reason, yet had an enlightenment and an epiphany that he hadn't expected to come away with. Least that's what the look on his face seemed to tell me anyways... And so I said; "Well there PJ, it looks like yer troubles are over. No need to worry about the fate of that "white poodle" you were talking about. You're good. It's over. You rode the Black Poodle to the horn. You got yer eight seconds, and yer demons can be laid to rest. If you ever want to tell me the rest of the stow-ree of the "white poodle", then just get in touch with me and tell me all about it. But if not, and if this is the end of it, then so be it." And he just looked at me with gratitude and said; "Thank you JL, but I just think I'll lay this one to rest". We shook hands, he went back into the arena to the wild cheers of the crowd, and I was thankful to have been of some kind of help to my friend, even though I didn't know the full story of what had haunted him so. And after we graduated from the Corps, we never spoke of it. Saw him a few times after that, but we never really talked. And yet, a few years later, my LC told me that story about the "disappearance of Coco". And I knew then what PJ had been mumbling about just before his victorious and soul cleansing ride. Yet, I still am haunted by the question of who it was that carried out the "hit" on that fluffy white little "Coco". And so, tonight, as I lay in my bed, listening to the night bird's song, I feel that some of the pieces are coming together. For some reason, I must have blocked some of these things from my memory (repressive memory syndrome? I dunno), but last night it seemed as if this deep memory was aroused, and I think that things are getting clearer. The healing is coming, I'm sure of it......

I'll have to cut this story in half. Ya know, this whole search for the Poodle Killer has really stirred me up. And as much as Frisco Guy may have seemed to be obtrusive, I am now thankful that he asked that question; I am thankful that he asked me that question, for, in my subconscious mind, it must have stirred me deeply. For, as I lay in bed last night listening to the night birds singing their mournful song outside on my veranda and pondering this question, a glimmer of light upon the subject crept into my brain. I was carried back in time, as if in an almost "out of body experience" to the time when I was in my last year in the In Residence Way Corps Training Program. Yes, it was the first block of my last year in Rez, and I was at Camp Gunnison, getting ready to ride my first bull in the first official "High Country Rodeo School" (HCRS). I had a serious knot of fear in my stomach, as I was gearing up to ride "Old Strychnine" the Brahma bull who had never been ridden in his career as an official "bucking bull". I eyed this 1800 pound beast with faux fearlessness, trying to convince my self that I could do it, and that I was not afraid. I had drawn the meanest bull in the bunch, and yet, every single one of my Corps Brothers and Sisters had been bucked off by lesser bulls already on the rides that had preceeded mine which was only five rides away. And as I contemplated what shortly could be my very demise, I heard a mumbling from nearby, the voice of one familiar to me, a Corps Brother of certain notoriety. His name was (and I'll only give his initials) "PJW". He was sitting on the ground, stretching his legs in preparation for his ride, yet mumbling almost incoherently and with a look of fear upon his face. As I walked closer, curiously, to hear what he was saying, I heard the words "Not the Poodle Lord, no, not the Poodle. Please Lord, not the Poodle, I'm sorry Lord, Im sorry!" It was nearly incoherent, but I knew what I'd heard. And so I said; "Hey PJ, what poodle? there're no poodles round here. Only cow dogs. Wadd're ya talkin about?" And with a wild look in his eyes, he looked up as if seeing me for the first time and hissed; "The Poodle! I drew the Poodle! I know that it is my recompense for not saying what I knewabout the poodle! I knew man I knew! But I never said anything before it was too late!" And I just stared at him, mystified by his internal torment. That's right, the look in his eyes was that of a pure and weary torment. His eyes were haunted. I was really spooked as I stared at him. But finally I got it together and said; Geez, PJ, I'd love ta help ya, but waddya mean by "poodle"? And he stood and said; "C'mere". As he strode over to the bull pen, he pointed out a huge Black Angus Bull that had a thick curly coat of hair not unlike the curly hair of a poodle dog. And, some clown had even given him a "poodle haircut!" And he said; "See that? That bull's name is "The Poodle". That's the bull I drew, and now I have to ride him just before you ride Old Strychnine! How could it be that there is actually a rodeo bull with the unlikely name of The Poodle? Look at him! He's a giant 2000 pound poodle! An I have to ride 'im! I'm tellin ya it's my recompense! What goes around comes around! I knew about what was going to happen to that white poodle, but I never told!" He said with that wild look in his eye. I looked at him and grabbed him by the shoulders, shook him and told him; "Get a hold of yerself PJ! You have to ride in about eight minutes! Now come on!" But he went on saying; "But I didn't do it! I only knew about it but didn't tell!" And so I said; "Well since yer bein so daggone vague and not telling me what yer really talkin about with this white poodle, I'll just say this to ya." And his eyes locked onto mine, beseeching, pleading with me for some sort of absolvement. And I said this to him; "PJ, you say that you knew what was going to happen to the "white poodle", but you didn't tell anyone before it happened. Is it possible that you didn't know that it really was going to happen?" And he nodded vigorously saying; "Yes! Yes! I didn't believe 'em! I thought they were joking! I didn't think anyone would do such a thing!" "Well then" I told him. "Then you don't have anything to worry about. You didn't speak up out of a pure absence of malice. You didn't think they'd do it to the white poodle, and that's why you didn't speak up. And so, you are absolved. You weren't an accessory. You are good. Maybe this is the Lord's way of helping you to get over it, by sending you a bull by the name of "The Poodle" that you can ride into the dirt. Now, when yer time comes, get on that bull and ride!!" Just then, the rodeo announcer Uncle George Shaw's voice boomed over the loud speaker sayin; "An comin up soon out of shoot number three is a big tough cowboy by the name of PJW! PJ! Ya better get geared up cause, yer gonna be bustin outa the shoot in about three minutes on that big black angus known as The Poodle!" And with that, and with a look of confidence in his eye, PJ nodded at me and said; "I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna ride that Poodle into the dirt and put this whole thing to rest! I'm tired of the nightmares! I'm tired of hearing the "yip yipping" of that white poodle in my nightmares! to be cont'd

Hey dude, yer dissn' me lovely bride of 23 years. Watch yer step now lad, really. She's worth more than a whole herd of black angus in my opinion, cause she has loved the likes 'o me! We may have had our differences, but don't be dissin me missus! Ya know, in the "Corps" threads, I have always thought that these are "neutral grounds" where we leave the ridicule and criticism behind. Ya see that alot over in the Ninth Corps thread...

There was a do it youselfer named Alice, Who used a dynamite stick for a phallus. They found her ------ in South Carolina, and part of her ---- in Dallas.... Umm I only know the "bad" ones. But I always got a kick outa that one. The ones I've tried to invent usually don't "flow" like they should...

Ya know, I just wrote a long post, but when I clicked "add reply", nothing appeared. Just a blank post from Jonny Lingo. What gives? Is there such a thing as a post that is too long? Moderator? Yeah, it came out looking just like the post below.

What have I done?

Socks, I just gotta tell ya. That was masterful!

Wow Free, I am so thankful to have read your story. You are an amazing woman, and I am so glad you made it through all of that. We have communicated here a good deal, but that's the first time I've read your story. In fact, this is the first time I have read anything in the "My Story" forum. I am so thankful to God for your deliverance. And as Roy would say so kindly, With love and holy kisses blowing your way , "Jonny Lingo"

Aye! Bein a nautical man, and bein of the notion to call a ship a "she", and a sperm whale blowin' his spout a "she"(as in "thar she blows!"), I was thinkin o' the male side o' things. However me lassie, I get yer drift, iffn ye know what I mean!

Ya know, I am not sure what you are apologizing for. I looked for your "ditto" post but didn't see it. No harm done!

Hey TommyZ! Happy 50th! May your special day be filled with blessings from Above, and may you be blessed in every way! Ephesians 3:20 to ya! In Him, "Jonny Lingo" :wave:

That, of course, is the paramount question. Unless of course the "integrity of the Word" is no longer at stake......

Mark, I have no doubt about your integrity. When I run into these things, I always remember to tell myself, or the person who is plagued by this lack of honor, that, "You are not among them". And yet it seems that it is not just a matter of not being "among them" in your case, because it also sounds as if this thing is plaguing the actual function of your business. And so, you are in my prayers brother O'Malley.... Andf Dooj, you said: Streg nth? Pfffft! What spelling! Haw haw!!! Pfft! Snort!!!

Check the white pages for Steve and/orThresa Ladieux (maybe no "x", maybe a "u") in Otis Orchard, Washington. Or google them there or whatever. They bought a house there, and I never heard that they had moved. Steve became a successful car salesman. We used to hang with those folks after they moved up from Collyfornya, but then we made an exodus to Alaska...

Oh, really, I'm sorry WG. I didn't read your admonition carefully enough. "Why don't they read what's written?"

Hmmmmm..........Well, beiung a guy, naturally, I thought....

Flutterbuttt! Flutterbutt!!!!Flutterbutt!

There now Frisco, see the "enlightenment" you have gained by coming here? All you had to do was relent and get with the mainstream program here, and then you will be liked and appreciated! I know, I know, the reproof was a bit harsh, but it was like a cleansing, wasn't it? Now you are all cleaned out and ready to walk the walk...

OMG! How did this thread gain so much life?! All I wanted to know was........"Who Killed Coco Poodle?" I......I......I've.......I've created a Monster! Aaaagggghhhh! Aaaaggggghhhhh! AAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

No no no! A thousand times no! I meant that dog that was in the FOREfront of the picture, which is what I thought you meant. Hahahahahaha!

What I can't seem to figure out, is why would Donna go for someone as old and as ugly as Rosalie Rivenbark?

Ahem, that dog is my departed dog's Grandfather....

OMG. We're goin to hell...

Yeah, to hell with the mains'll, it's me main mast that's risin!! Arrggghhh!