Funny thing. I cannot get to your blog by clicking on my blogroll. I have to google you. I am going to delete and then re-add you.

I love your blog. I want a “Buck”, too! All I have is a “Grouch”. I think “Bucks” are much more fun than “Grouchs”. Hmmm….this is reminding me of something….Oh, I know. Those IQ tests with the Zooms and the Zaps (or whatever).
If a Buck is a Grouch and all Grouches are Aholes, are all Aholes Bucks? Holy crap, I’ve just confused myself.

Oh how I WISH I could have my groceries delivered. I used to use Peapod all the time in Massachusetts. It cost $5 but it was well worth it, they even carry your groceries into the house and put them on the counter! Sigh.

Trailer Park Barbie! Hi! This reminds me I need to add you to my blogroll. Hey, I just tried and can’t! You don’t have a blog? I think you’re a lot smarter than the rest of us.

Thanks for the laughs Wendy! Whatta you doin’ in a tux, Mistuh Weirdo? BRILLIANT!

Actually, the tux thing isn’t that odd here in El Paso. It’s wedding season, but there are Quinceaneras going every weekend all year long. (Quinceanera is a very huge deal in Hispanic culture, the celebration of a girl’s 15th birthday, and they’re often elaborate and formal affairs that are a lot like weddings and cost just as much.) But I would have definitely asked him about it. And Buck doesn’t even need to carry a sidearm. He’s very rottweiler-like. (See my post Love That Dirty Water for further explanation.)

My dog does pee-mail, too! Funny that you call it that…

Fab pic of Buck, too, with the green aura about him.

I’m kind of flattered that you’re giving me enough credit to be able to come up with a story like that on my own. But the truth is that I’m extremely lazy and can’t be bothered making stuff up, which is why I don’t post these conversations all that often. Buck really does enjoy talking to people, even strangers, and once he’s met someone he seems to keep them in his orbit for a very long time. For instance, he’s stayed in contact with pretty much everyone he’s ever known going all the way back to grammar school. Stella’s pee-mail is very important to her, she eeks it out a little at a time to make sure she can hit every spot during her walk around the block. Does your dog do that too?

Honestly, I’d tell Buck to call the cops the next time he sees Mario camped out out front. Then Mario could get an up close and personal tour of a police car and maybe even a ride… in the back seat.

You’re so funny. This comment about all the truckers knowing Valerie had us laughing out loud. I’d like to call the police on the various people who park near our house but I’m guessing it wouldn’t accomplish much, because the cops in this town are very nice, believe it or not. I think they’ve got their hands full staving off drug traffic and illegals, so when they get a call about something as mundane as a strange guy sitting in his car all night they’d just tell him to move on.

Buck’s nice, talking to crazy stalkers parked in front of your home stalking a hot seated bus driver. i would’ve ignored Mario completely, ran inside, woke my husband to take a peek. Then speculated and made crap up. Then get irritated because why the bleeps is this car in front of our place, fallen asleep then post a story i made up about the car the next day.

I would have never spoken to that guy. I would have run inside and pretended he wasn’t out there, because I’m a bury my head in the sand sort of person. We have a lot of people who park near our house for God knows what reason, and I’ve never even been tempted to talk to them. But that’s not Buck’s style, he talks to everyone and I mean talks — he’ll carry on a 30-minute conversation with the guy standing next to him at the magazine rack in Barnes and Noble.

Buck manages to make “friends” wherever he goes, whereas I go out of my way not to make eye contact with anyone. Had Mario tried to rob Buck I don’t know if Stella would have gone into attack mode (as she does with me) or if she would have continued on her way and finished her walk. Probably the latter.

Ya, tell me about it. And Buck makes friends with him. He’ll probably be here for Thanksgiving.