Roady Tails From The Highway – Rooster’s Bad Karma

Rooster’s Bad Karma

Tails From the Highway!

Did you ever know someone who just seems to have bad luck?  My friend Rooster is like that.  Through no fault of his own, stuff just happens to him.  I’d guess that Rooster is mostly Pug or Pekinese, but I’m not really sure.

He has a short nose on a slightly over-sized head and his hair is kind of longish and tan colored.  Before he sniffed the fire ants he had a beard and mustache that gave him a peculiar kind of ‘schnauzer with an under-bite’ look.  But when his facial hair grew back, it was mostly stubbly and stuck out in all directions, especially his eyebrows.  It makes him look surprised all the time, even when he’s asleep.

After the Smores incident, he grew an odd crest of wispy hair that sort of floats on top of his head like he’s wearing a gray Robin Hood hat. With his bow-legged stance, he has a stout, chesty look counter-balanced by an oddly long tail.

His tail used to arch up happily over his back, but there was an unfortunate mishap with an automatic door at the grocery store.  Now it has a crook in it that makes it curl sideways.

The thing is, he’s a nice guy but you hate to hang around with him too much because you can get caught in the cross fire of his weird karma.  Take this Fourth of July for instance.

Rooster and I were napping while the humans were cooking burgers on the grill out by the lake.  It was just getting dark and I was thinking about strolling by one of the smaller humans to see what was falling off his plate.

I got to my feet and was having a big stretch.  Suddenly, the entire sky EXPLODED!  My first instinct was to run for the Professor and crouch down behind him.  Rooster’s was to bark at the sky.

The cacophony of his howling and growling combined with the crashes and booms and flashing lights overhead was almost too much to bear.  I could feel my hair standing on end.  For a moment, I considered trying to make a run for it.

The Professor managed to get both Rooster and myself safely into Rooster’s Fifth Wheel before I had a nervous breakdown. The quiet seemed to do Rooster some good too, because after we got inside he quit screaming and just gave an occasional “Urf” when the explosions outside were especially loud.

That’s when things started to really get bizarre…

The lights in the RV suddenly begin to get dimmer.  I looked at Rooster and he looked at me.  He tried for an ‘urf” but it seemed to stick in his throat and came out sounding more like a cough.  When the lights got to the level about like the candles on The Professor’s birthday cake, they hovered there.  I braced myself for total darkness and moved closer to Rooster.

The lights brightened.  I took a deep breath and glanced over at Rooster.  He looked surprised, but it could have just been his eyebrows sticking out.

We stood there for a minute, staring at each other.  I took a step toward the sofa. The lights dimmed.  I stopped in mid stride with one paw raised.  Held it in the air for what seemed like forever.  I could see Rooster’s Robin Hood cap tremble.

“Do it again”, he whispered.

I put my paw down and the lights came back up.

“How’d you do that?”

“The light thing?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t know.” I finally got my nerve up and took another step toward the sofa.  The lights dimmed as if on command.

“Turn them back on,” he begged, his gray hat twitching convulsively.  I made two quick steps.  Nothing happened.

“Roady!”

“I’m trying.”  I had to jog in a circle before the lights brightened.  “There, that’s better.  Are you happy now?”

“You’re creeping me out.  Stand still.”

“I can’t very well just stand here forever.”

“You could try.” His tail thumped against his side hopefully.

I did try, but as soon as I got tired and shifted my weight, the lights would respond.  Sometimes all I had to do was think about moving.

When The Professor finally came to get me I almost hated to leave Rooster, but my muscles were cramping up and I jumped ship like the proverbial rat.

I haven’t had any lighting incidents since then, but I haven’t been back to Rooster’s RV either.  There aren’t enough dog bones in Texas to make me.

Being the kind of fellow that he is, The Professor went over the next morning to “look at an electrical problem” and this is what he found.

The Professor came back and said that he found a bad battery and the RV power converter was trying to make up for the lack of battery power. He said something about the when the converter would kick in and try to charge the battery, the lights would go bright and when the converter would drop out the lights would do dim.

Personally I still think this light dimming and going bright again was just Roosters bad karma and I don’t think I want to have anything to do with it.

Before the Professor left Rooster and his human he gave them the MobileRVAcademy.com web address for them to sign up for the new Webinars that the Professor is going to be doing over the next few months. He said this should help them learn how to maintain Roosters 5^th wheel so they could do a lot of the work themselves.

Well as the Professor and I like to tell everyone. “It is our job to help keep your wheels rolling ….so we can see You on down the highway”.

Author:  Roady the RV Dog