Tuesday, February 24, 2009

***** I CALL HER LACEY J *****

After losing one of the best companions a person could hope to have, I now have one who is fast becoming another treasure. Lacey will never be Sunny, but she is unique in her own way.

Being of the "Livestock Guardian Dog" instinct, she is terribly independent. To many, this makes her "bullheaded", while I see it for what it is, and so long as it doesn't interfere with my plan or her safety, I allow and encourage it. She has no past instinct of being a "lapdog", or even a "by your feet" dog. Her mother and father lived full time in the pasture, and were neither pets nor treated like pets. She weighs #112 now, and will, most likely, round out at about 120#. This is a good average size for a female Great Pyrenees Dog.

Lacey is going through a bit of a transformation of that mentality, with me hoping to keep her independence while still having a great companion. We spend nearly all of our time together, and in true Livestock Guardian fashion, my welfare is as important to her as is her keeping predators away. Having a dog door to come and go from the house, she will divide her night with barking to warn away predators, with spending time laying next to me on the bed so that she can share her body heat with me.

At just over 3 years old, she wants desperately to be able to prove herself to me, being continually wary of anyone or thing approaching me. Hee at home, she doesn't allow any unannounced visitors. This includes the expected fox, coyote, and wolf predators; but vultures and C-130 airplanes as well. Ever since she has been here, not one of those pesky low-flying C-130's has dared land. She barks and keeps them going on by. When she thinks that I have nothing interesting going on, she'll let me know that we need a walk, or that we need to lay on the bed and bond. She is moving into the #1 "significant other" spot quite well.

I hope in the future, to be able to do more posting on our relationship, but in the meantime, enjoy your dog. (If you don't have one, you have my sincere pity and condolences.) I credit my dog(s) with being the core reason that I am alive and healthy today. They've goaded me into activity when I have felt lax, and they've caused me to smile, even laugh, when I thought things were dark.

And, for any of the extremist sorts, those who see dogs as dirty- I would rather have my dogs drool or spittle on my face than a Qur'an in my hands. My dog is cleaner than any pedophilic drug addicted muslim idol. Surely cleaner than any male, (not necessarily a man, here), who would strap an explosive vest on his child, or beat his wife, or find a rape victim as the guilty party. (Raghead Moslems- I am addressing you here. I find you and your misdirected ways to be as vile as that idiot Mohammed who married and raped a little girl.) Your not liking dogs is so suggestive of how sorry and pea-brained you really are. What a sorry lot that doesn't love their dog.

More later, but in the meantime, I check by frequently, and would enjoy your comments, (with a reply option). Trolls, if you do not leave a reply option, you will be deleted as soon as I note that you've posted here. My friends and fellow Dog, America, and Military Lovers, let me know that you've visited.
Love your dog, support America's fighting forces, and Hug your kid.

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Saturday, February 14, 2009


Once in awhile things go as you'd like them to. I recently had the opportunity to buy a really great classic truck. A friend afforded me the financial edge needed, and now I have what I hope will be the last vehicle that I will own.

I hope to earn just a bit with the truck in order to enjoy it with a bit of cash coming in, but mainly, it is just my daily driver.

It is a 1987 F-350 Custom Conversion Diesel Hauler. Built out by Cabriolet Conversions, it has a 42 inch sleeper, an overhead switch console, and a very nice interior. The sleeper has a futon that is a comfortable sofa, and converts to a 42 inch wide bed that has over 6 feet of length. The sleeper has lighting, TV, 12V power outlets, and room. The windows are curtained and there are drapes between the front seats and the sleeper.

This truck has extremely low mileage, and has had but a couple of drivers. With over 90 lght bulbs on it, lots of chrome, and good styling; it is a head turner wherever it goes. I love flash and nostalgia, and this has both.

I have been cleaning it up, and every day, I find that it looks better than the day before. I have all the wiring in pretty good shape, got a plethora of hitch options, and can consider it to be very versatile. My dog Lacey J loves riding either inside or on the back, and when you see the truck, you'll most likely see her as well.

I plan to enter it in local car shows as a nostalgia modified. At 22 years old, it has some cracking where the builder used bondo to cover the joint between the steel Ford cab and the Cabriolet fiberglas sleeper. That is only cracked bondo and paint, but the structural bond is good and very solid.

Check in here once in awhile to see what I am doing. Leave a comment so I will know that you have visited. In the meantime, take a look at my online apparel and gear shop in Cafepress at: http:www.cafepress.com/frankopinions.

Hug your Dog, Love America, and Thank your troops.

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Wednesday, February 11, 2009

What A Life I Live!

Jimmy Buffett - A Pirate Looks At Forty.

(Italicized words by Frankie Cee)

Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call,

Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall,

You've seen it all,

You've seen it all.

Watched the men who rode you,

Switch from sails to steam,

In your belly you hold the treasure that few have ever seen, most of them dreams,

Most of them dreams.

Yes, I am a pirate, two hundred years too late.

The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder; I'm an over forty victim of fate,

Arriving too late,

Arriving too late.

I've done a bit of smugglin', I've run my share of grass.

I made enough money to buy Miami,

But I pissed it away so fast, never meant to last,

Never meant to last.

I got drunk once for over two weeks, I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks,

But I've gotta stop wishin', gotta go fishin',

I'm down in Islamorada again,

Just a few friends, just a few friends.

I go for younger women, lived with several awhile,

And though I ran 'em away, they'll come back one day,

And still could manage a smile

It just takes awhile, just takes awhile.

Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found,

My occupational hazard being, my occupation's just not around.

I feel like I've drowned,

Gonna head outatown...

Thanks Jimmy!

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Sunday, February 08, 2009


Hello Y'all:
It has been a long time since I have posted and I am sure that all 3 of you regular readers have about given up on me. I haven't died, (much to the chagrin of the leftard liberals), and I am not incarcerated, (much to my enjoyment). I have been busy. Do you have any idea at all how busy a 68 year old retiree is these days? Just keeping track of the days is a chore, (let's see,,, 6 saturdays and a day of rest each week,,,,,), plus remembering to take all the drugs that the VA wants me to take, plus, not forgetting to pick up the grandkid after school on wednesday; well, you get the picture.
But seriously, I have really been so busy that I just don't have time to feel sorry for myself, to wish that I had something to do, or somewhere to go. I am the "hand" on a 40 acre rural property here in the Florida panhandle, Chief designer and doer on a high custom remodel on the farmhouse on the place, training my dog and a couple of others in extreme security technique, and doing my computer thing.
The computer thing consists on writing this blogspot, that I am way behind in, designing and posting my custom designs in my online shop at: http://www.cafepress.com/frankopinions, and reading and commenting at the best of the best in mil-blogs, conservative blogs, and some special interest blogs. I am a supporter of our troops, first responders, and, OMG, those Private Contractors.
Recent events suggest that I will be having some new visitors here at Frankly Opinionated Blogspot, and I welcome you. Please read a little and see who I am to you. And before you leave, please, for your own interest, copy my link above so that you can visit my online apparel and gear shop.
Now to describe my shop a little bit:
When you click in, on the front page, will be blocks suggesting the content in each section. For instance, In Military, you'll see military stuff, Imagine that! I opened the shop to do "Attitudes", but have widened the theme greatly. Some of the stuff sells very well, others are so-so. As you look around, if you see something that you like, keep in mind that for no extra cost, I will personalize it for you. Like, you e-mail me telling me which design interests you, and what you'd like to see as a name, I do it up, reply to your e-mail telling you where in the shop it is located and you get your credit card out and shop, shop, shop. I never, ever charge for a new design if it will be used in my shop. I can use Photos in the designs that I do, and will work with nearly any theme, (NO LEFTARD LIBERAL CRAP though), and do the draft until you are satisfied with my offering. I am an artist, so you won't find "copy art" at my shop. Perhaps a little plagarizing of the word here and there, but the design will be original.
I offer only top quality clothing, mugs, and such. If you are looking for cheap, go to the Dollar Store, they'll oblige you.
Again, you can find my designs on apparel and gear at: http://www.cafepress.com/frankopinions ,
The profits from several of the sections are committed to various endeavors, such as troop support, or other interests. I am not a company, just one old dude with a very large, very hungry dog who think that I am some sort of GOD.
Thank you for stopping by, leave a comment, and by all means SUPPORT THE TROOPS and others who are "IN HARMS WAY"!
Don't give up yer guns!
Frankie Cee