Dog with no name, New Orleans an' Alice"

While we're on the subject of Louisiana and cajun music, did I ever tell ya bout the time?

Me an' my "dawg with no name" was headed for Atlanta Georgia in "Alice". You remember "Alice" right? My first motorhome?

 Anyhows, before leav'n south Texas, BIL Abraham, proud owner of "El Rancho Abraham RV Resort & Goat Farm" give me a dog.

Nephew Joseph had brung this "dawg with no name" from Baton Rouge to south Texas, stuck him in a cage an' that was it. Poor dog ain't never go nowhere. Just sit in that cage all day. I took me a like'n to that dog, so's BIL give him to me. I toted that dog with me everwhere I went for bout 4 years an' close to 30,000 miles. But he didn't have no name.

We stopped in New Orleans, me an' that dog.....just look'n at stuff ya know. I spyed this open front curbside bar called Boudreaux's Backyard.

 What a better name for a "coon ass" dog than Boudreaux?

Boudreaux all dress up in his Sunday go to meet'ns walked the streets of New Orleans proudly, right long side his companion Billy Bob, all dress up in shorts, tee an' flip flops. We was winder shop'n ya know. At one store front, the owner see I got Boudreaux on a leash says....."come inside, look around....50% off". Yeah right, boy howdy...Boudreaux was piss'n on everthing. We was politely asked to leave...right now. 

I like Louisiana, alligators, country folk, cajun music, swamps an' stuff like that. But I always been in a hurry ever time I go through Louisiana. Don't stop for nuttin but gas an' some bread an' balony. If'n there was a rose to smell, I never knowed it. Poooof, Louisiana gone....just like that.

All the comments bout cajun country has got me all excitis. Thanks to everbody who commented. Now I'm want'n to go back an' see what I missed all them times I traveled that way.
Oh yeah, did I tell ya bout the time I was way down south in Houma, Louisiana?  Tak'n the back roads, if'n ya know what I mean, headed east on US-90 to New Orleans. That's the area where "Old Fool" lived ya know. We runs into one the worstest thunder storms I ever see in my whole life. Big ol' lightning bolts an' thunder boom'n right in front me. Rain com'n down so hard ya cain't see nuttin. An I'm go'n bout a hunnert mile a hour. Skeer hell slap out me. So's I pull off the highway into a little patch of gravel....right next to a barb wire fence. KABOOOM, a bolt of lightning strik that damn fence. Skeer hell slap out me. That fence wire is got steam com'n off'n it. What the hell??? Fences don't steam.

Now I ain't say'n I'm gonna pack up an' head for Louisiana here in the next few days just 'cause I'm a bit excitis. But I am gonna be think'n bout it. I'll be do'n me some research on the subject here shortly.

Speak'n of music, mariachi is probly my second choice of "loud" music. I crank up the volume....yeah boy howdy. If'n I got me some cajun an' mariachi, ain't nobody gonna sleep.

Ok....I got things to do....laters.