Last Friday, Bubba (that’s my dog) and I met Becky Sue Hatfield down by the swimming hole for a good old fashioned weenie roast. Things were goin just fine until one of the logs from the fire pile fell off and started rolling toward the pond. I had forgotten to bring my handy dandy Redneck Convent Log Grabber so I tried to pick up the log with my bare hands. Bad idea! I threw the blazing log toward the pond and crazy Bubba thought we were playin fetch. Bubba found the only spot of the log that was not a blaze, bit into it and started running toward Becky Sue with the log in his mouth! He likes to play fetch with just about anyone but especially with Becky Sue. Not sure why that is…hmm.. oh, well anyway, Becky Sue got to runnin and screaming like girls do and ran into the swimming hole with Bubba right behind her. The water put out the fire and all were safe but Becky Sue was as angry as a bear playin with a hornet’s nest! So let that be a lesson to y’all; if you’re going to a weenie roast you had better bring along your Redneck Convent Log Grabber if you’re ever planning on getting a second date with Becky Sue.