Happy Birthday To Me! It’s Been A Good 4 Years.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Yeah, I’ve had some good times, and a few bad. Here’s some highlights: 

...Well I was born in Walter Hill, which is an area around Murfreesboro, Tennessee just down the road from Nashville. I had 7 brothers and sisters I think, but we were split up at an early age so I really don’t recall. 
...Actually I was the first of the litter to go. My person, Kevin, picked me out at 4 weeks, came back and visited me at 6 weeks, and then took me away at 8 weeks. I was sad to leave my Ma and Pa, but my litter mates were driving me crazy, crying all the time.
...Somewhere around the time I was about 1-1/2 years old I found out that eating a tennis ball with a dish rag on the side can cause some problems with your gastrointestinal tract. They had to slice and dice me at the emergency surgery center in Nashville. I wish they’d done a bikini cut incision though…nasty scar.
...There was the time I was at the CMA Music Fest a couple years ago with my person, Kevin. We were standing on the corner of 3rd and Broad and I did not see any fire hydrants in site, so I decided to pee there. I didn’t know his sandal and foot were right in my path. That was quite a puddle in Kev’s shoe. The squishing sound was hilarious though.
...I’ve snatched more food, and a few non-edible items, out of the trash can than you can dream of. I know it’s not right, but I just can’t help it. 
...I’ve had my photo made with the ladies at Coyote Ugly in Nashville. They sure did take a hankering to this old dog, but I couldn’t get on the bar and dance or do navel shots. Darn.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

...I’ve had my photo taken with Tracy Lawrence, Jason Aldean and Lori Morgan; all at Tracy’s annual turkey fry.

...One time I slung my slobber clear across a city street in Nashville. Luckily no one was walking by and no cars were passing by. That could have caused some kind of accident.
...Just recently we were walking down Belmont Boulevard in Nashville and this Boxer walked by. I just had to meet him. So I busted my leash and took off up the street. The Boxer’s owner, a lady about my size (98 lbs.), grabbed me and held me. My person was running up the street towards us. A Metro police officer observed all this and stopped to see what the commotion was. I guess I’m a dog with a rap sheet now. 

...Oh yeah, I started this web site, CountryHound.com.
...I had a kissing booth at the Brown Dog Foundation’s fund raiser. People paid $1 to kiss me! Those people need to get a life.
...And yes I've dressed up like Elvis before too.  Thank you very much.  
 

...I’ve gotten away from my owner’s a time or two over the years. I never go too far, just enough to give them a scare. That look of fear on their face is kind of amusing. Sometimes when I break free I’ll stop and let them get kind of close, then take off again. Too funny.