Poor Old Rusty

We live with a Pembroke Welsh Corgi named Rusty. Those of you who have followed my poetry for years have read about Rusty several times in my poems. Rusty will be 15 this December 9th, and he is on his last legs literally. His hind legs collapse now when he walks so that his walking consists of a series of falls sideways at the back end. It breaks me heart to see him so old and incapacitated. I know what I will have to do all too soon now... Rusty was always so active, running and jumping so high. Time has treated him cruelly. He acts like an old man in his 60s. Say, I turned 64 yesterday.

Greetings & A Bit About Me

Welcome!
This is my first post. I am new to blogging. A bit about myself: I am a retired professor who taught meddies and grad students and performed vaccine research for 29 years at LSUHSC, School of Medicine in Shreveport, as a faculty member in the Dept. of Microbiology and Immunology. After retiring in 2004, I have kept myself busy as a poet and author. I have self-published five books through Lulu Press (a POD press) thus far. Three are collections of my poetry: Poetry For The Common Man: Storoems and Poems (2003), Gilleland Poetry: Storoems and Poems (2005), and my most recent, Poetic Musings of an Old, Fat Man (2008). I also published an action adventure fantasy novella, Bob the Dragon Slayer (2005) and a contemporary romance, White Lightning Road (2006). If you'd like, please check them out on Amazon.com. You don't have to be a poetry reader normally to enjoy my poetry. Plus poetry books make a great gift!

Saturday I am pulling for the 'Dawgs to kick some Gator butts.

Tuesday I am pulling for Obama to kick some Republican asses. Maybe then they can put Rove, Cheney, Bush, and the rest of those lying, cheating, arrogant bastards in jail where they all belong for what they have done to America while enriching themselves.

Enough for now.

Have a Happy Halloween!