Greetings! If the title was not a sufficient clue then know that I, Ajax, am the author of this edition of the blog. (By the way, for the uninitiated my name has absolutely nothing to do with cleanser. Think of Odyssey, Troy and all that.) My two “children,” Sandy and Phil are both jet lagged and too enraptured to be in one another’s company again to write. So the task falls to yours truly.As for me, the two flights to England were a breeze. My airborne accommodations were surprisingly roomy and pleasant. That was not true for my bipedal children. Their seats were crowded, noisy and unpleasant. My male biped, Phil, believes the airlines specifically hire the same 400 pound man to take the seat in front of him for the sole purpose of immediately dropping the seat upon Phil’s ancient knees. My female biped, Sandy, accuses Phil of hyperbole. Whether he is exaggerating or not I am thrilled to have my own uncrowded flight through the crowded skies.
At last we are at home in England. My sincere thanks (a large wet lick to the face via the net) to all who have made this move possible through your prayers, your encouragements and your support. England is wonderful! The temperature is perfect (for Border Collies). I can run about the fields all the day through with no thought given to the heat. What fun! The single drawback is that the Brandon church of Christ does not have as many little sheeple as does the Pearl Harbor congregation. I particularly miss the challenge of herding all those young ones.Another big wet lick of gratitude goes to Larry, Ann, Kenny and Michelle Brabham for housing us during our Texas stay. Their generosity in sharing company, time, space and food is a testimony to their understanding of Christian hospitality.
Of course, the high point of our Texas stay was to reunite with the grand lady of the Brabham 
clan, Sandy’s 93 year old mother, Modene. She remains feisty and active. Her primary concessions to age have been to grudgingly give up driving and reduce the number of cattle in her herd. Otherwise she is unchanged. Of course, we got along very well, indeed. (On the other hand, cows are HUGE and HUGELY STINKY. Give me sheep or sheeple!)
So many people and so many events filled our Texas stay that to recount them all would take volumes and too much time to type. Besides my paws are tired! (Remember, key boards are species specific and are not designed for us K-9’s. It would be nice if dogs had opposed thumbs. But then it would be nice if humans had tails.) Cheerio, then! My tired paws are taking me to the food bowl to feed my maw!
clan, Sandy’s 93 year old mother, Modene. She remains feisty and active. Her primary concessions to age have been to grudgingly give up driving and reduce the number of cattle in her herd. Otherwise she is unchanged. Of course, we got along very well, indeed. (On the other hand, cows are HUGE and HUGELY STINKY. Give me sheep or sheeple!)So many people and so many events filled our Texas stay that to recount them all would take volumes and too much time to type. Besides my paws are tired! (Remember, key boards are species specific and are not designed for us K-9’s. It would be nice if dogs had opposed thumbs. But then it would be nice if humans had tails.) Cheerio, then! My tired paws are taking me to the food bowl to feed my maw!
