The Story of Poet-Two-Dogs

June 26, 2011 on 1:31 am | In Entertainment, Flea Market, Memories, Opinion, Technology, The Good Ol' Days, Travel | Comments Off on The Story of Poet-Two-Dogs
photo of best booth award to Poet Two Dogs

Best Booth Award To Poet-Two-Dogs

Many people throughout the years have seen the nice piece of Native American pottery, pictured above, that was presented to Poet at the “6th Annual Drums Along The Trail Powwow” that was held in October of 2000.

Poet won this “Best Booth Award” for his “Overall display of True Native Americana,” of which he was very proud and excited to receive. He had attended many powwows over the years and always had a blast, made good money, met the most wonderful people and came home a completely satisfied human being, in numerous ways.

Anyway, on this piece of pottery there was a card, which is pictured here stating the information about the award, and, as you can see, they have his name as “Poet Two-Dogs.”

Photo of Powwow's Best Booth Awarded to Poet

Powwow’s Best Booth Awarded to Poet

Now, Poet loved to tell a good story and was always pleased to explain to anyone that would actually look and read the card, why they called him “Poet Two-Dogs.”

Poet loved to tell a “good joke” and what he loved even more was to tell a joke or a story that would get a rise out of you. So, he had proceeded to tell this particular joke to a group of people around the campfire that were eating, drinking and making merry, mainly composed of Native Americans. They all thought it was the funniest joke ever, so they incorporated their new favorite joke into his name – and the rest is history, as they say.

After Poet passed, many people have asked me, including his own daughters, what the joke was that was such a hit that night and I have not been able to remember it, to save my soul. The only part I could remember was the punch line! So, tonight I took a chance and Googled, “Two Dogs joke” and BAM!!! there it was, right there, in black and white.

After showing it to Charli Rose (so she will quite asking me if I’ve remembered the joke yet), I decided to post it here so that other people that have asked me can finally get their answer. I’m sorry if it is a bit crude for some of you, but if you knew Poet at all you would know that this is pretty lame in comparision to what would normally come out of his mouth – and you would also know that he really didn’t give a flying fuck if you were offended!

Two Dogs

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The young Indian boy had spent most of his life in a quandry… He felt different yet… couldn’t figure why… he was just so depressed. He went to the Chief for answers… He asked the chief how his brother Red Deer Running had gotten his name…

The chief answered in his typically poetic way…”When Red Deer Running was born, at the moment of his birth, the first thing his mother saw was a beautiful deer running off into the forest… and so Running Deer was named. It is the custom of our tribe to name the offspring according to the spirits in nature visiting upon the birth.”

Then, the boy said to the Chief… And how did my sister “Thundering Bird” get her name? The chief described again, how at the moment of her birth Thundering Bird’s mother had heard a roar of thunder and looking up, saw a bird flying in the sky…

The boy asked again, how his cousin “White Crouching Bear” had been given such a name… And the chief, looking down once more at the boy, explaining the traditions of their tribe…. White Bear’s mother had seen a rare white bear crouched over a stream at the moment her baby’s birth. Then he asked the boy…

“Why do you ask, Two Dogs Fucking?

That “Feeling Down” syndrome

June 23, 2008 on 1:17 pm | In Business, Flea Market, Harley-Davidson, Life, Opinion, The Good Ol' Days, Uncategorized | Comments Off on That “Feeling Down” syndrome

I’m guessing that my life is finally caught up with me. My health, although by appearances seems to be improving, is not. My multiple back injuries have taken their toll and now I dread having to move at times. I’m losing my memory, my eyesight is getting worse, and I have little or no taste left. Not sure what else is going to fail next but I just hope when it does go it does it when I’m alone so I don’t have to play hard-ass and suck it up while I fall over dead or something.

I’ve managed to pack rat away far too much junk over the years playing citizen and now I’m at that crossroads where I am about to just chuck it all out and say “to hell with it”. I spend my military pension and my entire social security on keeping the house and paying some bills. I reinvest so little to making it at the markets that it doesn’t seem to be paying off. Unable to ride the bike due to the seriousness of my pain problems. I have no social life and my personal life sucks. But I must admit, I do put on a good front. Depression doesn’t help my mood any either. I’ve several doctor’s appointments coming up at the VA this month. I may just check out the sixth floor to see if the head doctors might be able to shed some light on things. It’s a real pain getting old, and I’ve figured out what the worst thing about growing old is…its growing old!

Flea market trends

June 21, 2008 on 7:33 pm | In Business, Flea Market, Friends, Life, Opinion, The Good Ol' Days, Uncategorized | Comments Off on Flea market trends

Spent the day at the local flea market trying to make a few bucks so I can pay some bills around here, again. Seems like the bills keep coming faster and the finances keep getting slimmer and coming slower. hard to sell quality merchandise at a fair price when half the market is filled with dollar store mentality shoppers who are more into strolling and critiquing the merchants then purchasing anything for their homes or themselves. Times are not as bad as everyone is trying to make them out to be. But if the sheep fear the wolf is going to foreclose on their little straw homes or take their job and give it to the burros, then what can you do but suck it up and laugh at the insecure citizens over their ignorance. Things really have to get better soon or I’m just going to have to pack it in for awhile and lay low till the dust settles and people are more willing to spend. Looks like anymore that the dealers are the only ones doing anything about it. Only problem there is that we just seem to be trading gear and passing around the same money from one pocket to the next just to keep appearances up. At least that way we can pretend we’re still making something.

To Show or not to Show..what was the question?

May 20, 2008 on 3:00 am | In Flea Market, Harley-Davidson, Life, Travel, Uncategorized | Comments Off on To Show or not to Show..what was the question?

My youngest girl and I really did have a pretty good time at the antiques show in Brimfield, despite the fact we didn’t exactly break any sales records. The price of gas along with the setup fees and motel room rentals and the feeding of our faces takes a bit to catch up on when it comes to such shows. But we did manage to come out ahead enough to make a slight profit and get a few bills paid in the process. This was the second time my youngest got to go with me to this particular event. She really enjoys doing the markets with her Dad. And I really like having her assistance. She’s good company and makes me not miss bringing one of the bikes along. Although she likes taking a ride on the old rat bike nearly as much as her mom does!

“Brimfield”

May 19, 2008 on 10:11 pm | In Business, Flea Market, Friends, Life, The Good Ol' Days, Travel, Uncategorized | Comments Off on “Brimfield”

Once again I got rained on at Brimfield! It would seem that the rain gods just won’t allow me the good fortune to get through a whole show in yankee-land without my getting wet! I’m beginning to have second thoughts as to my continuing to set up at the Brimfield Massachusetts antique show. While many of the dealers that I know continue to talk up their profit margin with tales of them making anywheres from 8 to 75 thousand dollars in three days. I can’t seem to break the 2 thousand mark for the life of me. And its not because of my gear, for crissakes, my gear is as good, and in many cases better, than what they carry. I’m sure some of the braggadocio is simply that. But I do see many of them making the big bucks while my booth is lacking in visitation. A lot of it may have to do with location. I have been offered by several other dealers to set up in their fields for a longer period of time at nearly the same costs. AND, they have more to offer then where I am at presently. Guess I am going to have to give it some serious thought if i am to continue doing the show there. maybe it is time for a change after all!

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