Dying Wisdom

Mandy watches from afar as a beacon of light points her and "The Tank" towards a wise spirit of the night.

"Hush....hush...."

"Who is that? St. Francis is that you?"

"Hush...I will soon return from whence I came, and be one with the thorn again. I sense that you search for your hush? Humility is the only way to find the inner peace that teases humanity until the end of days. When you grow old and lose your sweet scent, when all abandon you for the lack of glow that shines no more, when the bee of life passes you by for a dried up, old dandelion, that a human, nor animal would even look at twice...and I let that bee sit on my anther! That is when you truly appreciate what you once had, and what there is left to gain. That is your hush.

"Hummmm...that's very....well....not really the answer I was looking for. Good luck with becoming one with the thorn again and stuff."

Just a little rose food before you

 leave...I'm returning to the thorn again...here I go...wait...wait..here it comes...I see the....

"A big, white Labradoodle? Forget the hush! Go kick some-

Benny "The Tank"

To Truly See

As Mandy follows "The Tank" on his journey to find his hush, she oberserves something very mysterious.

What is that? Could it be....

Stay tuned.

Benny "The Tank"

Sing Loud!

That's right, I ain't no choir boy.

Oh, so it's pronounced with a sssssss....wait, whose finger is that...because it's about to be mine!

Benny "The Tank"

Gone Too Long

I'm sure all seven followers have been wondering where I have been for the past two weeks. The top five guesses I heard are as follows:

1. A Bitch House(Poodle Brothel)
2.Under the bridge, in the river
3. Rehab with Anne
4. Mr. Shadowcaster's home planet
5. Collecting tar balls with the Hoff (shirtless Hoff), and Gary Coleman at the beach. VERY UNLIKELY!

And the answer is.....

None of the above. I needed some time off to embark on my new passion, painting! Yes I have the artist touch. My speciality is, or will be, oil paintings of former family members. However, I must figure out this easel, and paint holder thingy?

Benny "The Tank"

Is it the Fourth yet?

Quote Of The Day 5/17/10

"As you climb the ladder of success stay focused on your objective. Do not be distracted by that crunching sound you hear. It is only the breaking of fingers as you step on others on the ladder below you."

-Anne

...END OF STORY

Gary: Of Course it would be us! Who else could finish such a story! You know what Dave?

Dave: What's that little man?

Gary: I just want to give you a big high five!

Dave: Can I take my shirt off for that?

Gary: Let's move on with this tail of tail's. So here I go...Dave, just keep keeping the hood warm, I'll handle the rest.

While Anne and "The Tank" entered a drunken stupor back at the snuggery, Big M realized that it would be she who had to go the shadows. Attempting bravery, Mandy tried to confront the mysterious subject, but only to be pacified by the cool shade it provided in the warm sun. Sneaky things they are, the shadows.

Never yeilding, Big M continued to pursue the shadow, but then the most horrific thing occured!

Oooooo watch out Gracie, what are you doing here? Well, that's one doggie that's been entranced by a shadow.

Big M watched as the shadow attempted to connect to Gracie's furry body. It was clear the shadows only wanted one thing, a body to keep them company. Not on my watch says the...

BEHOLD! The Secret Society of "TheTail". Within seconds "TheTail" presents the shadow with it's one languor... RED WINE!!!!!!!!!!

It becomes too much for the shadows. With one drink the bottle is passed and the darkness covers their cast with a menacing red obscurity.

And just like castor oil, "TheTail" had left as fast as it had entered. "The Family" still wondered who and what "TheTail" was, and Big M knew a meeting must be arranged with Mr. Shadowcaster, but until then, it was time for a good ole' heist...Of course we all mean service project, charity work, donations, etc...After all, we operate a floral business.

You know what Dave? Please don't answer. That was a darn good story, I sure could use some cookies and milk, and maybe a pinch on the cheek.

Dave: Can I take my shirt off now?

Gary: Can I get that high five? You tell me.

Benny"The Tank"

Sounds Of A Bird

Outsiders always sing like canaries, but we listen, as this bird confirms what Mr. Shadowcaster feared most.

"The shadows are comming! The shadows are comming! I say...I say... the shadows are comming!

Benny "The Tank"

To Tail Drop

After burying a few bodies, and dealing with an emotional Tina, I had to hide away at the snuggery for a few days, and yea I said bodies...watch'a gonna' do about it! The floral busines is a tough kind of business. So, where were we..that's right we had just tapped the phone line to "The Tail's" hide out while we await Mr. Shadowcaster and Mandy's shadow return.

Anne! Can you hear anything?

Hold on! I'm trying to listen to the radio. All I can hear is  swoosh, swoosh, and whisping noise. It kind of sounds like wind, no it sounds like a squeak, not it sounds like a...Wait a minute, what am I listening to again?

Benny "The Tank"

To Look Above

"Tank", Do you think Mr. Shadowcaster can see us from up there?" "Na, surely he has better things to do." "Mandy, "Tank", I'm getting a weird feeling that theres something were supposed to be doing?"

Benny "The Tank"

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In Search Of

It's a new year, and it's back to business. Mandy and Gracie patroll the grounds carefully in search of  "The Tail". Meanwhile, I'm preparing myself for another meeting with Uncle Orso, in hopes of finding out why we are housing a rocket in our backyard.

Benny "The Tank"

Between A Bee And A Shih-Tzu

On the ever-continuous journey to find Brown Dog, Gracie encounters yet another acquaitance of the wandering soul:

Gracie: Bee, Have you seen Brown Dog?

Bee: Excuse me I have a problem today.

Gracie:What’s your problem?

Bee: I’ve been sniffing pollen for three days straight. Arrrrrrr…my wings are numb. Have I seen a dog, which is of the shade brown? No, I have not. Mmmmmm…pollen…mmmmm….pollen is ymmmmy for the tummy.

I advised Miss Gracie to keep walking. It is becoming obvious the type of company Brown Dog kept outside "The Family".

Benny "The Tank"