#buford dog training

[northgeorgiadogtraining]

What Do I Do to Have a Happy Dog When Traveling This Holiday Season?

Family car trips are very different now than when I was a little tyke.  When I was young, we were lucky if the AM radio would get a signal when we left one city driving to the next.  Our form of entertainment was playing board games with pictures of things like buildings, trees, and animals.  Each box was covered with a “see thru” door that we would open when we would see whatever was behind it.  Whoever opened all their doors first would win the game.  Sometimes simply going to sleep was our best form of entertainment.

Nowadays the back seats of cars have every entertainment option available.  Kids today have their cell phones to keep them entertained.  There might be video screens on the back of the seats so that they can watch their favorite movies or play their favorite games on larger screens.  There are often built-in coolers offering all sorts of goodies. 

In both cases, then and now, the kids are in places that they enjoy and feel completely safe.  This is because they have been acclimated to the specific environment and associate it with “I feel fine”.  When the kids feel safe and happy, it often minimizes their habit of constantly inquiring “Are we there yet”.  This is a good thing.

Now, let’s turn to our dog.  Believe it or not, we need to make them feel the same way as our kids. If they feel safe and secure, they will most likely be great “travel companions”. 

Robin and I have a great dog training article that will help you prepare for a family road trip with your dog.  Please take a moment to read our dog training blog titled “What Do I Do to Have a Happy Dog When Traveling This Holiday Season”.

https://northgeorgiadogtraining.com/have-a-happy-dog-when-traveling-this-holiday-season-dacula/

[mundancheemudomo]

What if Einstein was in 1885 with Doc ?

Even Doc is very happy to be in Farwest, has blacksmith, his dog Einstein would be a big emotional support, especially when he tried during months to fix the time machine.

Also here some headcanons of Einstein in 1885:

Doc teaches him hunt, and then uses less the rifle.

Like his owner, Einstein loves sit on the edge of cliffs, and enjoy the silence and the sun.

The dog is afraid of steam train, especially the whistle.

Doc mades with wood and straw a bed for his dog.

Einstein misses a lot Marty. 2015 coat is the only thing linked to him that remains in Delorean when the accidental time travel happened. Doc left it in Einstein's bed to reasure him.

Chester loves the dog, he lets Doc come in the bar with him.

Einstein barely barks. But when Buford Tannen is there, the dog does.

When Doc wrote the letter, Einstein putted his head on his knee, feeling his sadness.

In the timeline Doc is killed by Buford, Chester keeps Einstein. The dog go everyday to sleep next to his owner's grave.

In the timeline Marty's here, Einstein sleeps each night in Marty's bed. He's like a plush for the teen.

Clara is a bit afraid first of the dog, but quickly appreciate him and like pet him.

Einstein is terrified during all the time the train pushes the time machine. Marty has to reasure him often.

When they're about to time travel without Doc and Clara, Marty, instead of putting his hat, hugs tighly Einstein.

At the end of the movie, instead of joining Doc and the Brown family in the train, he stays sit next to Marty and Jennifer. Doc is touched by his choice, and says 'See you very soon, kids and Einie !!' before leaving with the train.

[milkymarble]

land of honey

here is an ode to all those south of the mason-dixon line, on either side of the grand mississippi

i like the taste of wild honeysuckle, smell of maturing magnolias. there's warm spring days, with rolling thunderstorms at night, sidewalks still wet the next morning

there's ladies with big hair, bigger weddings, inviting half the town to watch them say "i love you i do I'll always love you"

neighbors gossip, hushed whispers and giggles, i like small talk with people in line at the grocery store, asking if they like that brand of bug spray

a cacophany of cicadas at night, whippoorwills and chick-a-dee-dee-dees, lullabies of croaking bullfrogs

i like faded churches on the side of single lane roads, you know they used to be just one big dusty room and i guess they always will be

i like red crosses and soup kitchens, storm shelters and booster drives

thanks for the casserole when my aunt died

i like peach cobbler, chess pie, country fried steak, loads of butter and eggs and flour and sugar

tea so sweet your mouth puckers, boiled peanuts sold from the side of the road, only $1.50 and you get free directions to the waterfall

i even like the people who hunt, i do. especially the ones who use all of the animal, who thank the deer for passing quickly and for gifting them a glorious dinner

the people who give antlers to their dogs

i like old women with hair so white its blue, with a smoker's rasp, with metallic lipstick and starched blouses, patent leather shoes and big red pocketbooks

i like driving through marshes and fields, cow pastures and blue ridge mountains, creeks falling to forests growing to gardens

i like square dancing, and slow dancing even more, and the little dark raves tucked in corners of empty downtowns filled with everyone like you

i like bluegrass and blues, jazz on corners in the french quarter, zydeco in acadiana, yes even country, i like singing country songs on the porch

i like slow guitar and crooning melodies of heartbreak and first love, of missing mom and hating dad

i like old faded trucks, the ones low to the ground without big engines, i like train tracks overrun with weeds

i like mardi gras, flashing beads thrown in smoky air, feathered up floats, stereos turned loud

i like the hundreds of peachtree streets and dozens of martin luther king jr. boulevards

there's buford highway, where you can eat food from every corner of the globe and still be right at home

pass by billboards in korean, spanish, english, all in three square miles

i like drag queens in sunday best, the same florals my grandmother likes

i like straw hats and creased-up boots, i like paper fans exchanged from hand to hand

i like hearing "yall stay safe now" i like how everyone is honey and baby and sweetheart, even if you've never met

i love you trailer park beauties

stay true, hillbilly rednecks

[wherevenusholdssomeofficespace]

Final part (6 I think?)

It’s not just Doof moving in with the Murphy’s and becoming part of their family. It’s the fact Melissa was already part of the family, invited to birthday parties and such that others dare not attend. Family events did not necessarily exclude her. Milo Murphy’s Law makes a point of closely relating the ideas of friends and family to Milo. Milo has few friends who are all the more precious to him because of the difficulty simply hanging out with him is. Melissa and Zack are deeply appreciated by all the Murphy’s and let in on Murphy family events. Game Night is a fantastic example of this, as Milo has a game night with his friends, his parents and dog. Milo’s parents, his friends, his dog, his sister and her boyfriend. The Murphy’s invited Zack and his dad out, then all three families ate together at Christmas, showing a growing intersections in the kids family and social lives. 

But while I think it’s strongest in Milo, it’s very present in Phineas and Ferb and Hamster and Gretel too. I’ve already spoke on the fact that Candace acts as a big sister to not only Phineas and Ferb, but Buford, Baljeet and Isabella. They bicker with each other. They will go after Candace without hesitation. It’s not even just Candace and the kids. Stacy is Candace’s friend for the long haul. They were friends at 5 and will be friends at 35. They look out for each other, are unconditionally friends. As such, Stacy is a constant in Phineas and Ferb and their friends lives too, as seen in Putt that Putter away. Stacy, Isabella, Buford and Baljeet to varying degrees are often invited along on Flynn-Fletcher family vacations. And I already mentioned how they stated this directly in Us Against the Universe.

Bailey for all that she’s Gretel’s friend, the Carters on the who are family friends to the Grant-Gomezs. Fred and Bailey are acquainted with each other, Roman gives Kevin a copy of his video game for free, Kevin attends a “murder mystery” with the Carters and his parents. The family connection does not begin or end with Bailey and Gretel’s friendship, and their friendship isn’t so easily broken not only due to their own bond, but the bonds between the others in their lives which hold it in place while it mends..

It’s a prime example of how characters aren’t just incorporated into families, but how characters families intersect. Almost all main characters have some sort of seen family, and is often important to the show.

Lyle and Lauren are some of the reoccurring villains in Hamster and Gretel, and clearly foil our main protagonist team, being siblings given powers by the aliens, but told to do evil instead. While often annoyed with each other and their rivalrous behavior has backfired on them, they do care for each other, much like how Gretel and Kevin do.

The other main recurring villain in Hamster and Gretel is Professor Exclamation, whose son Nordle, is a friend of Gretel's and is a source of drama in the show. He also has an as of yet unseen wife who works at the Cemetery as a groundskeeper, and mentions Nordle having an uncle and cousin who make model trains. I think its fair to say its not a coincidence that the major recurring villains are the ones who have a seen family. (Though many of the more minor recurring characters also have a mentioned family such as the Luchador, the Rat burglar, and the Ear Worm.

Even in Phineas and Ferb's superhero themed episode, the "villain" Khaka Peu Peu had a tense relation with his wife and his recruitment of Candace, someone the boys cared about, was a major plot point.

The plot twist of season 2 of MML is not just that the aliens are abducting Milo as an attempt to fight fire with fire and save their home planet, but that the leader of the aliens has a personal motivation, her daughter is like Milo. And unlike Milo’s family, friends and community who have learned how to handle it their planet was in over their heads. She has a personal, familial connection to the  And the Pistachions, while irredeemably villainous, are a family who loves each other.

The Johnson family, despite not being as important as the Flynn-Fletcher family, is also pretty extensive. Jeremy's mom has the nickname "Hawkeye" and has a degree in Zoology and plays in a band with Linda and Vivian. His dad works at the space laboratory. He's got a little sister who has a rivalrous relationship with Candace, loved Ducky Momo and has a pet poodle. He's got a grandmother, who was Candace's grandmother's roller derby rival way back, an Uncle who runs a restaurant, a cousin from Australia and a long lost cousin who had amnesia, and her husband. The two families have brunch together one time. Word of God has confirmed that Candace marries Jeremy, (though, its pretty obvious if you look at their future kids), so they are ALSO Candace's future in-laws and many episodes featuring the Johnson's, often involve some sort of tension between Candace and a Johnson.

While the Monogram family doesn't get nearly as much focus as the Doofensmirtz family It certainly foils. Monogram has a wife, and a son and a  "father", with whom there is some unknown drama. Like how Doofenshmirtz was driven to evil by his family's abuse, his family expected him to become a Major, and so that's what he became despite wanting to follow his own dream which he then projected onto his own son.

We often see Isabella's mother Vivian, occasionally her grandmother and we have seen other members of her extended family in the background (including her father). Baljeet has had two uncles shown in addition to his parents, grandfather, and great grandfather (a long line of men who could not finish a bicycle race). Buford is mentioned to come from a "Broken home" and we only ever see his mom, who he named his pet fish after. But he makes a lot of statements about the "Van stomm family" in "Bully Bust", and makes references to other extended family members on occasion and we know what both his grandmothers smell like (One like ant pheromones and the other like daffodils), and other members of his family appear in the background of an episode. Melissa just has her dad, but also has a great grandmother that she admires. Bailey also has a grandmother who taught her to make lemonade. Irving's brother Albert is a reoccurring character and their mom while unnamed has made a notable appearance. We meet Carla who is implied to be related to Carl and part of a whole family of unpaid interns. Elliot has a mom we meet. Anthony mentions a little sister which is why he and Kevin bond. Paul the Delivery guy even has a dad who facilitates his plot even if there was no real need to make it about a guy and his dad.

A big part of understanding the Dwampyverse lore on an advanced level is about knowing certain characters are related even if they haven't been seen as such yet. For instance, before Season 4, Ginger and Stacy had never interacted in the show, but were known to be siblings via word of god. But the Brown siblings, Django and Jenny, while both featured in the first two seasons stopped appearing later on and thus were never shown interacting with each other despite word of god confirming they're siblings. Zack Underwood states he has "little brothers" in one episode, but some behind the scenes info has revealed they were going to appear in a flashback in Lard World before the flashback was reworked. But he still has them and you can find art of them.

Though, speaking of the Brown siblings, we get an episode specifically about Django and their dad. Along with occasionally Ginger and Stacy's mom. And Ginger and Stacy's grandmother and cousins ALSO featured briefly in an episode. Even these more minor families are still fully fledged families who occasionally have episodes focused on their family drama. If you have a named character, they more than likely have a family member listed on their wiki page (and even if they don’t they probably have one mentioned at some point or another). I mentioned at the beginning how these families weave a web of connections. The Doofenshmirtz and Flynn-Fletchers are the most notable, though Vanessa, Monty, Carl, Doof and Monogram have this whole complicated Romeo and Juliet blackmail thing going on. Jeremy taught Heinz Doofenshmirtz guitar, while his cousin considered buying his house, and his mom shot him in the butt with a dart. Cavendish and Dakota met Milo’s ancestor while time-traveling. Kevin and Gretel’s aunt helps fight one of their villains as a fellow wrestler.

In real life, families are an omnipresent facet of life for most people. The people they consider family, and friends, and the people their friends and family consider friends form a web that spans the globe. The dwampyverse takes advantage of the multifaceted way that familial units interact with other families to form whole communities that all look out for each other. It takes a village and all that. Family is utilized as a way of developing characters, who they are and how they spend their day to day by showing how their families showcase that. A way to showcase the value of community. As an easy way to interconnect plot lines and characters to make the world feel lived in connected. It's an important piece to why these shows have so many iconic characters. These characters are iconic because they have strong senses of identity which is demonstrated with how they interact with different people, including their families and how they grew into who they are. They use families as sources for conflict, hurdles to overcome, but also sources of support and resolutions. Family is used to it's full potential in these shows, and in general just really important to the stories being told.

[ubuiltatimemachineoutofadelorean]

In Back to the Future Movie History 138 years ago Doc Brown is Killed by Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen in 2nd timeline and in new timeline face off between Marty "Clint Eastwood" McFly Vs. Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen

Then Marty returns to 1985 with a push start from the Locomotive!!!

Then arrives in 1985 only to be destroyed by a passing train

[moonlight26posts-blog]

In Baltimore, MD: SWEET PUPPY NEEDS A HOME ASAP!

Precious Buford is great with people, kids and other dogs. He is totally vetted: neutered, vaccinated and microchipped. Buford is crate trained and house broken. This playful pup is 6 months old and weighs almost 50lbs. His person is moving and can’t take him. This Staffy is located in Baltimore.

If you can help Buford, Please email K9queene@iCloud.com Thank you, Cynde

[phineasandferbtheories]

When the gang plays monopoly:

-phineas buys basically any property he can and makes something out of nothing by building on them. The pnf effect means he usually does pretty well but he never tries as hard as the others to win so he usually doesnt. He’s always very friendly and the only one who stays completely calm while everything goes to shit. Usually uses the hat

-ferb is a train station, waterworks and electric company guy. The pnf effect works in his favour too but he’s more competitive on top of that. On the outside he is very composed but internally he’s playing 5d chess. The one person in the group who doesnt get bored of the game at the 5 hour mark and can play for days straight. Is always the banker when they play and manages his money carefully. Boat man

-isabella is SUPER competitive and is on a race to to get all the dark blues (she usually does) from the moment the game starts. She’s big into smack talk (especially w buford) and hates when anything bad happens to her in the game. If she’s pissed off her insults get Way Too Personal fkfkfkekdkfkfk and at at least one point every game ferb has to drag her away to go cool off in the kitchen for 5 minutes. Despite the rockiness of the early game she usually ends up essentially a tycoon towards the end and its usually between her and ferb for who’s gonna win. Likes the dog

-baljeet kinda sucks at monopoly fkckekdk. He’s never had great luck and he always forgets this but then after like one lap around the board he’s like ‘Oh Yeah. This is why i dont play board games’. He spends most of the game bitter and sarcastic beyond reason with the occasional outburst if he loses a lot of money or gets sent to jail. Whenever he goes bankrupt he flips the board and storms off (everyone is used to this so they start taking pictures of the board at regular intervals when he’s getting low on cash so they can put everything back where it was and carry on). He’s the thimble

-buford also sucks mostly cos he doesnt really Get monopoly but he’s too stubborn to admit it. The whole money thing was too compex for him and he zones out everytime someone tries to explain the rules to him. Does this stop him smack talking? Of course not. He usually spends about half an hour doing terribly and trading insults with isabella before going bankrupt and going to make a sandwich or smth before spending the rest of the game laughing at baljeet. A wheelbarreler like god intended

-candace isnt the queen of the game like she is with skiddley whiffers so she doesn’t like it as much, but she’s still pretty good. Ferb usually wins on family game nights but she’s always close behind. Loves to gloat when she does well and when she loses cash she just rolls her eyes and mopes. Whenever someone has to go to jail she stands up and laughs at them way too loudly for way too long. Mains the boot

[incorrectphineasandferbquotes]

[the boys have built a diving board but don't know what to do with it]

Phineas: Maybe we're just going about this the wrong way. We have to think outside the box. If you were a diving board, what would you want someone to do with you?

Baljeet: Take me ice-skating.

Buford: Don't be an idiot. That place is freezing, and it's always so crowded.

Baljeet: Yes, but they have good hot dogs.

Buford: Those hot dogs suck compared to the ones at the train station.

Baljeet: Why would a diving board want to go to the train station?

Buford: How should I know? Maybe he wants to visit a relative.

Isabella: Okay! Okay! Back in the box.

[knickynoo]

There've been a lot of analyses on what Marty must've been thinking in Part I when he sees Doc getting shot and then doing all he can to prevent it, and dealing with that horrible moment where he thinks he's failed. But do you have any thoughts on what Doc must've been thinking in Part III when he sees Marty's alias replace his name on the gravestone picture, and then, after trying to prevent it, is led to believe (even if for a very short while) that Mad Dog succeeded in killing Marty?

Hello! Sorry this took me a while to get to. And I’m sorry for the long response I’m about to give, lol.

This is an interesting question. Doc is (obviously) very concerned with Marty’s hot-headedness and the fact that it could get him killed. When he brings it up, Marty’s like, Don’t worry, we’ll be on the train by then, buuuttt might end up fighting Mad Dog anyways haha. When Doc tries to talk to Marty about not letting name-calling get to him, that conversation basically ends with, I can’t tell you what to do; you’ve got to make your own decisions.

Which like...side note: this is not a great strategy. There are a lot of things about pt III I take issue with, and I’m going to count this as one of them. This isn’t some silly little scenario where Marty is trying to figure something out school-wise or with peers. He is potentially going to be SHOT AND KILLED during a duel in the Old West because a deranged man who hasn’t taken a bath in like, 9 years, called him “yellow.” Doc absolutely should not leave the decision-making up to this kid who so very clearly does not have an ounce of self-control and is so consumed by what others think of him. 

Anyway, that’s a discussion for another time. 

When Doc sees Marty get shot, he reacts with that wide-eyed look of disbelief/horror. He also takes a step or two forward, before Buford’s posse grabs him and leads him a little closer. Mostly, Doc just stares. He doesn’t scream, or shed a tear, or fly at Buford in a fit of rage.

Now, when Buford was forcing Clara to dance with him, and when she was pushed down, Doc needed to be held back by three guys. He was fully ready, and trying!, to throw hands and attack Mad Dog. And just a minute or two earlier, he was willing to be shot rather than put Clara in danger. Later, when Doc is being held by Buford and his gang outside the saloon, he yells for Marty not to worry about him and to save himself and just get to safety. When it comes to people he loves and cares about, Doc would sacrifice himself without even a second thought. 

SO, this is why his reaction to seeing Marty go down is interesting. Despite the fact that there are four dangerous men around him who could easily shoot him too, you expect that Doc, consumed by grief and anger, would just start attacking people. Remember, he still thinks he’s lost Clara at this point, and now he thinks he’s also lost Marty. This man should be absolutely, completely, distraught. What’s stopping him from unleashing the full force of his emotions, even if it means he loses his life? Well, in my opinion...

1. He has a feeling that Marty is up to something, even though he has no clue what

OR

2. He’s in such a state of shock from what he’s just witnessed that he literally cannot respond in any way

There are a couple of moments where Doc gives this squinty-eyed expression as if he’s trying to work out what sort of plan Marty possibly could have come up with. It’s as if he’s pretty sure that things aren’t what they appear to be, he just can’t quite piece together what’s going on. At the same time though, he does genuinely look horrified when that gun goes off and Marty falls. I can imagine that his head is filled with so many confusing, scared thoughts. He’s probably hoping in the back of his mind that this is all a clever trick, but I’m sure there’s that part of him that truly thinks Marty may be dead. More than anything though, I think he’s in too much shock to even process what is happening, simply because it seems out of character for Doc not to have a bigger reaction to his best friend in the world dying before his very eyes. 

In short: Doc is in shock, and his brain is shut down of all thoughts. If he were able to appropriately react to the situation, Buford would be singlehandedly taken down by the world’s angriest scientist. 

In closing, please enjoy my favorite Doc Expression from that entire scene.

That is the face of a man who has no idea what he has just been witness to and probably needs to lie down for a very long time.

[curewhimsy]

I pulled a bunch of paper dolls out of my box and made a story out of them

Characters-

Ame

Haku

Joy

Momo

Taya

Len

Dandy 704

Toby

Alani

Imani

Josie

Doofenshmirtz

Buford

Yotsuba

Thabo

Noboru

Scout

Minnie

Mochi

Perry

Snowbell

Dolly

Spotty

Simon

THE STORY-

Resonate is the hottest new music group, consisting of Ame, Haku, Taya, Momo, Joy, Len, and Dandy.

But Dandy has a secret. He is actually known as “Dandy 704,” and is a robot manufactured by the Evil Scientist, Dr. Doofenshmirtz!

Dandy is secretly also up to no good…

Meanwhile, best friends Josie and Imani win tickets to see Resonate’s first local concert.

Josie has a crush on resonate member Taya. She is being bullied pretty badly by her classmate Buford.

Buford has a pet platypus named Perry who he berates because he thinks Perry is a useless pet who does nothing. However, Perry has a fantastic secret!

Josie’s friend Imani is in love with Dandy, unaware that Dandy is secretly a bad guy.

Josie is a caring person who runs a daycare service as well. She is close to three young children, Yotsuba, Noboru, and Thabo.

Then, the day of the fated Resonate concert arrives…

Meanwhile, Toby and Imani are two young adults who run a special agent project, and train animals to be the special agents. Since Imani trained her pet red panda Simon to fight evil supervillains, she thought other pets would be able to as well!

Little does Ame of Resonate know, her two pet cats, Scout and Minnie, fight supervillains as well. Taya’s pet seal Mochi is also an agent. So are Len’s pet cat, Spotty, and Joy’s dalmatian dog Dolly!

Bully Buford’s platypus Perry, who he deems useless and lazy, is actually one of the top agents in the agency. And the supervillain he is assigned to? Evil Scientist Dr. Doofenshmirtz!

Perry knows all about Doofenshmirtz’ evil plans, and even about Dandy 704’s double-crossing nature.

Buford might mock Resonate, but his pet might just end up saving them all from Dandy 704.

What chaos and madness will happen at the Resonate concert?

[northgeorgiadogtraining]

What Should I Consider with My Dog and the Christmas Tree?

The Christmas Season is probably the absolute best time of the year.  There may be other holidays that people enjoy just as much as Christmas, but Christmas seems to go on and on and on for all of December.  And, the best part of the Christmas Season is Christmas Day.  For right or wrong, good or bad, most people associate the Christmas Tree as the icon of Christmas Day and the entire Christmas Season.

We always make a big deal of getting the tree and spend a great deal of time meticulously decorating the limbs with twinkling lights. We place beautiful ornaments on the tree and include ornaments that have been passed down through the family.

Next, we place all the wonderful treasures that are going to be given to our family members and friends under the tree.  Now, we wait.

On Christmas morning, we open our eyes, leap out of bed, and run down to the tree.  All the other family members in the house have descended on the tree at the same moment. On top of that, friends that we have previously invited are knocking on the door. 

It is “Go Time”. Ready to get nuts and dive into those presents.  But, should we include our dog in this event?  If so, how should we do it?  If we can’t, what should we do?

Robin and I have a great dog training article that discusses Christmas Day, the Christmas Tree, and your dog. Please read our dog training blog titled “What Should I Consider with My Dog and the Christmas Tree”.

https://northgeorgiadogtraining.com/what-should-i-consider-with-my-dog-and-the-christmas-tree-buford/

[keelywolfe]

FIC: Welcome to Backwater ch.9 (spicyhoney)

Summary: Stretch is getting a chance to meet the local Sheriff and to say he is not excited would be an understatement.

Read chapter 9: ‘Addressing the Public’ on AO3 

or

Read it here!

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For his first day off from the grocery, today sure seemed like it was determined to make its mark so he couldn’t possibly forget it. At this point, it was about burned into Stretch’s memory, for sure.

First there was Doris who added her clues into his trick r treat bucket, then the town assholes showed up for their serial killer practice. Then, as a treat, he got to have the double punch of a lunch with Edge, a sweet and sour mixture of possibly flirtatious revelations coupled to an unwanted chat about his own traumas, served warm over some delicious pie.

Now it looked like he was about to get a sequel to the Assholes: Part Deux, the Assholes’ Revenge, in the form of a sheriff filled with blustering indignation and accusations, and all Stretch had was a mouthful of pie to defend himself. Worse, his only witness had already paid the bill and left.

Stretch swallowed his last bite, chasing it down with water when it tried to stick in the back of his throat as he went over possibilities. He could try to explain the situation, but if there was one thing he’d learned from living in Ebott, it was that if a Monster was talking to the cops, it was best to keep it short, sweet, and polite. Don’t try to explain or admit to shit, ‘cause they’d be more than happy to add another line to the list of things to harass you about.

Seriously, he missed being able to shortcut, this whole facing trouble head-on thing wasn’t for him.

The sheriff huffed again, loudly, and it fluffed up his broad mustache like a human-shaped walrus. He propped fists about the size of a baby’s head on his broad hips and growled out, “So? Is that it? You’re here startin’ some trouble in my peaceful little town?”

Stretch looked up into those mirrored sunglasses. If they were standing, Stretch would probably have a couple inches on the guy, but sitting here in the booth the sheriff loomed over him ominously, his own distorted reflection showing back his nervous face.

“no, sir,” Stretch said politely. Stick with the basic, that was good for a start, and hopefully Red would be willing to bail him out if that became necessary. At least Red wouldn’t have far to go.

The rest of the diner was staring, not a single fork was engaged as they watched the latest scene in the town drama unfold. Not that he blamed them, this was probably about the most action they’d seen in weeks, but he did sort of wish someone would be a little concerned rather than eagerly interested. Waiting to see if maybe the local sheriff was gonna slap on some cuffs so they could whip out their phones for a nice tiktok video while he was getting read his rights?

“No?” the sheriff demanded. His sunglasses reflected the overhead light, making Stretch wince back. “I heard you were out there riling up the corn yesterday. And today you were playing dog days with the doggerel boys?”

That was true, except how it wasn’t, and a trickle of sweat was winding its way down Stretch’s spine despite the air conditioning. Before he could wheeze out another ‘no sir’ or any other answer at all, a sudden, booming laugh filled the entire diner, loud enough to echo from the greasy grill before rolling back out to rattle the windows. The sheriff hooked his thumbs into a belt with a buckle so big that could probably double as a satellite dish, guffawing loudly, “Aw, you ain’t in any trouble, I’m just joshing ya, boy!”

Oh. Ohhhh, this was only a little goodnatured small-town hazing, that he could deal with, if he managed to swallow his quivering soul back down where it belonged. Stretch tried on a smile to match the sheriff’s ongoing laughter and found that it fit pretty well, all things considered.

“can’t be joshing, my name is stretch,” Stretch said with cautious humor. “but i guess stretching me would be an entirely different meaning. think they gave that one up in the middle ages.”

The sheriff bellowed out another laugh that practically shook the silverware, actually bending over to give his knee a loud slap. Around them rose other chuckles around mouthfuls of pie and how strange was it that he could feel the difference between people laughing at him and laughing with him. There was a certain fondness in that laughter, in the warm expressions coming his way from townsfolk that he sort of knew; these were people who’d bought their toilet paper and fresh apples from him on any given day, who’d give him waves and smiles when he passed them on the sidewalk and maybe it was an unusual form of kindness, but their humor still made unexpected tears prick in his sockets.

Stretch grabbed his napkin and dabbed hastily at his face as if he were wiping away sweat before anyone could see and misunderstand. How could he explain to them that in all his life, he’d never felt such a wash of overwhelming fondness from anyone except maybe his own brother.

(Not even from the person who’d told him so often and so tenderly that he loved him…until he didn’t, fucking hell, he wasn’t thinking about that right now, he wasn’t.)

The sheriff was obviously no fool and already his expression was softening into remorse, maybe coming up with an apology that Stretch desperately did not want, not for this. Rescue came almost too late and from an entirely unexpected source. Granny Collemore was so short Stretch could only see her steel-gray hair piled up in a messy bun over the top of the booth as she approached, but he heard her hollering well enough.

“Buford, you let that poor boy alone!” There was a smacking sound of a cane hitting flesh and Stretch couldn’t see where the blow struck, but the sheriff, Buford, let out a yelp, hopping on one foot as he frantically rubbed his shin.

“Sam Hill, granny, I was only playin!” he grumbled. He pulled up the leg of his trousers to examine his granny-inflicted wound. There was a reddened welt on the skin, already shading to purple.

“You hush yourself,” Granny huffed, “I’m half-past give-a-shit today and you may be the sheriff in these parts, but you ain’t too old for a hiding!” Granny shuffled into view, her cane hooked over one arm. She reached out with her wrinkled hands and Stretch leaned over obediently to let her to cup his face gently in her palms as she clucked with concern. “Does he look like he’s up for your shenanigans?” she groused loudly, “‘specially since this feller is working over at the grocery with Red, bless his heart.”

“That a fact?” Buford pushed his hat up and offered a crooked smile. “Must be a brave soul, then. Well, you tell that sonavabitch I’m gunning for him this Sunday. He better be there with silver bells on and you tell him that whatever aces are up his sleeves, better make sure they ain’t spades, ‘cause that’s the reverend’s favorite cheat.”

“i’ll do that,” Stretch agreed, a touch bewildered. Hell, he’d thought Red was joking when he said the sheriff was his poker buddy.

That sounded like an exit line, it was starting to look like Stretch was going to make it out of here unscathed, and he might have if Granny hadn’t put in, happily, “Anyhoo, Buford, you just miss seeing Edge. He was here sharing a slice of pie with our new fella.”

Dark eyebrows rose up over those mirrored lenses and Buford hooted a laugh, “Oho, that how it is. On a date with our Edge, were ya.”

Great, that was exactly what he didn’t want getting back to Red. Enjoying a little flirting was one thing, but not if it started the wheels of the gossip train turning. With his luck, it would crash right into a dumpster fire. “uh, no, no dates, just pie.”

He did not expect Buford to suddenly look a little offended, those eyebrows drawing down into a frown behind his glasses. “Why in the Sam Hill not? Ain’t he your type?”

“Uh.” Stretch looked around a little wildly, away from Granny and Buford to see the rest of the diner was still watching them with interest. No, not just interest, there was an awful lot of sly looks there and whispering behind hands, along with soft expressions and doe-eyes…

Oh. Oh, shit, it was worse than he thought. They were invested, everyone in this diner was taking sides and they were choosing the romance option, this was bad, this sort of thing was infectious and the last thing he needed right now was an entire town of matchmakers trying to hook him up with the local hottie. It was like an unsolved Agatha Christie took a sudden, sideways turn into a Hallmark Gyftmas movie.

Buford and the rest of the diner were all waiting for him to explain why he and Edge weren’t dating and Stretch was sitting here, fumbling around at the pass.

“we’re not dating, we’re just—” Stretch coughed awkwardly, hesitating. The truth was ‘it’s complicated’ was probably most accurate, although ‘barely met acquaintances’ was a close second, or even the generic, ‘he’s my boss’s baby bro whose ass i am definitely not staring whenever i see him but also his smile is really nice and—' “—friends,” Stretch finished, lamely.

Buford nodded like he’d offered not a nugget of wisdom, but an entire ten-piece with the tangy sauce. The light reflected in his mirrored gaze as he said, kindly, “That ain’t a bad thing.”

Relieved, Stretch let out an unsteady laugh, “kinda surprised you don't think i'm a cousin or something.”

Buford snorted loudly at that, “Son, you boys don't look a thing alike.”

And that there was another surprise to add to his daily total. In Ebott, Stretch was constantly getting mistaken for Papyrus or Sans, even his own brother once or twice. Half the time, people either didn’t know his name or didn’t care to, and Backwater was a strange place, no question, but that sure didn’t mean it was bad.

Buford didn’t seem to notice his shock as he went on, “Now there’s a boy who could use some en-ter-tainment. Works too hard, damned if he don’t.”

Now that was a clue looking him right in the face and Stretch took the Velma leap and pounced on it, trying for a little discreet nonchalance, “yeah? what does he work so hard at?”

A shame Buford seemed to be pretty quick on the draw. He gave Stretch a shrewd look, “He ain’t told you?”

“no, sir,” Stretch sighed glumly. Seriously, he was the worst Velma ever.

Buford went ahead and poured salt into the open wound with another short laugh, “Naw, I’ll ain’t stepping in that cow pie. I’ll let him talk to ya about that. But see if you can’t get him to slow down for another--” Buford gave him a sly wink and actually hooked his thick fingers into air quotes, “’friend date’, wontcha?”

Then he grunted as Granny Collemore jammed her elbow into his soft gut, tutting loudly, “You never did shake the ants outta your pants did you, Buford! Let those boys alone, they'll go at their own pace.” To Stretch she offered sunny, toothless grin, “Come on, and walk an old lady out.”

“yes, ma’am,�� Stretch said. Hey, he might be an idiot, but he was no fool. He stood up, ready to make his getaway, halted only briefly by Buford snatching up his hand and giving it an enthusiastic shake, though his grip was gentle on the delicate bones.

“Welcome to town, Stretch,” Buford told him. For once he was completely serious as he said, low, “and don’t you worry about those boys.” He tapped the side of his nose, his broad finger reflected in his sunglasses. “I know what happened, it’ll be taken care of.”

“i appreciate that,” Stretch said, and he meant it. He turned and followed after Granny, only dodging ahead to hold up the door so she could shuffle out.

“Thank you, sonny,” Granny huffed as she made her slow way through the door. “These old bones ain’t as spry as yours. You should head on home now, there's a storm a’comin'."

Stretch looked up into the cloudless sky in confusion, greeted by endless blue.

“Oh, you can trust me," Granny grimaced and rubbed at her hip, "these joints don't lie."

“i will,” Stretch agreed. After his lesson with the corn, he was taking the townsfolk at their word and if granny said a storm was heading this way, he expected to see clouds blowing in any minute now.

He left Granny to make her way home and headed back to the store. Red only grunted when he came in, didn’t even look up from his book as he hooked an absent thumb towards his apartment. There was a bag sitting on the table and when Stretch looked inside, there was a sandwich neatly covered in plastic wrap, a bag of chisps, and a bottle of juice. He was still full up on pie, but it would make for a nice, simple dinner, good thing he had Red up there looking after him. Maybe he should suggest to Red that he get a tattoo, a nice heart engraved on his arm with ‘Mom’ in the middle, since now he had one.

Stretch took the bag upstairs with him and opened the window. He took a moment to breathe in the already cooling air, a herald to the coming storm.

The book was sitting where he’d left it last night when he’d dragged himself off Red’s sofa, limbs spaghettied from sleep and his mind noodly mush. He’d brought the book along without even thinking about it and now the hardcover seemed to mock him with the necessary knowledge hidden somewhere within those pages.

Welp, there was only one way he was gonna get the info out of it and that didn’t mean beating it against his skull until the words shook out. He picked it up and settled to sit cross-legged on the bed, bracing himself for what might well be hours of boredom as he turned it to the first page.

And frowned. At the top of the page was a family name, ‘Anderson’, along with the date, ‘1884’. There was a short selection of first names beneath it and next to each was what looked like a telephone number and an address.

“what the hell?” Stretch muttered. He flipped to the second page and it was the same thing, only the name was ‘Armstrong’ and there were a lot more first names to go with it, someone was getting busy on the weekends, for sure.

Stretch flipped to the next page, and the next. All of them had the same thing, a last name, then a collection of firsts with a number and an address. Finally, he flipped back to the title page. There, right underneath the scrolling text declaring the book ‘The Informal History of Backwater’ was a tiny addition he hadn’t noticed before, stating in a small, stark font, ‘Municipal Directory.’

For a long moment, Stretch could only stare at it, until the words started floating in his sight. Laughter bubbled up suddenly, fizzing in him like a shaken soda. "sonofabitch," Stretch burst out, snickering madly. The damn thing was a glorified telephone book and Edge had flat-out given him his damned address already, practically gift-wrapped it! And he'd almost refused to take the damn thing! Guy wasn't only sexy, he had jokes and if he wasn't already a treat to the senses, that would have upgraded him to a bone-ified snack.

Address had to be in here, all Stretch needed to do was find it. The book was bigger than he would’ve thought from a small town, but from the look of it, they never took anyone out, only kept adding on. Occasionally next to a name he saw an abbreviated ‘dec.,’ so maybe this was a bit of town history, after all, kind of a family tree, anyway.

It still took him awhile to find their names, flipping through the book. The names were alphabetized, but that didn’t help much when the family he was looking for didn’t have a last name. Finally, under the surname ‘Skeleton’, he found them.

“should’ve tried that to begin with,” Stretch muttered. He read the entry, following along with his finger, only to pause in confusion when it came to the date recorded neatly by their names. It listed them as arriving in town over a decade ago and if that was when they came to Backwater, then whoever printed this needed to proofread a little better, because that was impossible. Monsters had only been on the surface for a couple years, not quite three now, so it had to be a mistake.

Except, Edge struck him as the kind of guy who was pedantic enough that there was no way he wouldn’t bitch until it was fixed; anyone who ate their pie like it was a military maneuver wouldn’t be able to stand such an egregious error. And he’d made sure to give Stretch the book, so he damn well knew he’d be seeing this. So what the hell did all this mean?

What did any of this mean?

Stretch sank back against the wall behind him, tipping his head up so he could stare at the ceiling. There was a crack in the plaster in one the corner, spidering off into a shape like a lightning bolt and that was exactly what Stretch felt like he’d been struck with.

What the hell was this place? Some kind of fairytale, where one day in town was a week on the outside? If he hopped on another bus and made his way to the next town over, would the papers tell him it was next Tuesday or the next century?

It was enough to inspire him to check his messages. Stretch fumbled for his phone, opening the text app for the first time in days. The amount of alerts made him wince but it was the last message that roused that endless ache in his soul back up to true pain.

I understand that you’re hurting, brother. You don’t have to tell me where you are. You don’t even have to call. All I ask is you send me a message every once in a while to let me know you’re all right. Please.

Stretch closed his sockets and swallowed against the sudden knot in his throat. Before he could rethink it, he typed a hasty, i’m all right and sent it, then lurched over to shove his phone into the nightstand drawer, slamming it shut.

Even so, he couldn’t help listening, straining to hear but there was no vibrating buzz, nothing to indicate a return message.

Good enough.

Stretch took a deep, shaky breath, then dragged the book back over and studied the entry again. Red’s address was the store, no surprises there, but Edge was listed under 637 Wood’s End Drive.

Wood’s End. Seriously?

Welp, it was one mystery solved, anyway, even if he’d skipped the meddling kids part. Now all he needed was to plan a field trip.

A sudden flash of lightning lit the room, putting the fake bolt on his ceiling to bitter shame and the sky outside seemed to burst, rain pouring down and pelting through his open window. Stretch scrambled over to slam it closed, shaking away the damp on his hands. All the sunshine from earlier was gone, the sky darkened into angry, swirling storm clouds as the downpour drenched the parched earth.

Yeah, field trip was postponed on account of rain, but not for long. He’d get there and maybe once he showed up on Edge’s doorstep, he’d finally get some real answers.

For now, though, all Stretch wanted was a towel.

tbc

[daryfromthefuture]

Part III and Doc´s character arc

Okay, I saw @knickynoo commenting on this point lately and I wanted to say something about it too.

It´s not that I don´t like Clara or...like, she and Doc do fit together. It´s just that I don´t understand why, in part 3, Doc seemed to...care about Marty less and less?

For example, on the festival, when Marty kicks away Buford´s derringer with that frisbie plate and SAVES DOC`S LIFE for fuck´s sake, the only one who actually thanks him for doing that is Clara? What?? Doc doesn´t even...I don´t know, he finds it more important to go out with a woman he has met about two days ago or even less than to talk with his best friend who he has known for 3 years about a possible mistake he made by agreeing to fight Mad Dog?

Seriously, I just don´t get it. Marty saves Doc´s life at least three times and Doc finds it okay to leave him behind and enjoy a new life with a good conscience? No. No, no and no.

It became so obvious in part 1 & 2 that Marty and Doc are inseperapable best friends, but in part 3 they sorta move away from each other with no reason.

Plus, guys, Marty has TRAUMA. He had so many near-death experiences within 3 weeks and he needs someone to reassure him that it´s all over, that he´s not in danger anymore.

It´s bothering me A LOT. And what about Marty´s life in 1985? October 25th: Doc is there, has his garage and Einie, his clocks and his best bud. October 27th: Doc doesn´t give a fuck about any of those besides his dog and disppears. What on earth is Marty gonna do when the person he trusts the most isn´t home and probably won´t ever come back?

I would have found it much better if Clara was just a good friend of Marty and Doc, and Doc helped her to make the train so he could return home and Clara was basically a time traveller on her own.

aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh

[ubuiltatimemachineoutofadelorean]

Today In back to the Future History

September 7th, 1885

8 AM: Mad Dog Buford Tannen arrives at the Palace Saloon and challenges "Clint Eastwood" Mary McFly to come out.

Heartbroken, Clara decides to leave Hill Valley for San Francisco, purchasing one-way ticket

Marty walks into the street and he tries to forfeit the duel.

Buford shoots Marty and believes he is dead

Marty, protected by the bulletproof vest he made from an iron stove door uses it to knock out Mad Dog

Marty and Doc race on horse to catch up with the locomotive, meanwhile Clara has stopped the train to return to Doc after overhearing the barbwire salesman on the train.

Marty and Doc proceed with the experiment and Clara catches up.

Doc and Clara reunite.

The locomotive plunges off the incomplete bridge and into the Shonash Ravine, and is destroyed in an explosion.

Marty heads Back home to 1985

[elijahwrites]

The Back to the Future Trilogy

Back to the Future Trilogy posters. ←

The Back to the Future trilogy is a great trilogy, like Lord of the Rings, but like any trilogy, it has its flaws and its good points. I am here to give my opinion on the good and bad on Back to the Future Part I, II, and III.

Doc Brown and Marty McFly in amazement after seeing the time traveling DeLorean. ←

Part I

Enter a room with tons of clocks and machines. A bowl with dog food with the name “Einstein”. A boy comes in. He connects his guitar to a huge speaker. The moment the sound begins, he is blown back into a bookcase. This whole scene is how the movie begins. 

Back to the Future is about Marty McFly (Michael J. Fox) who travels back in time by mistake when his scientist friend Doc Brown (Christopher Lloyd) is killed by terrorists because Doc stole plutonium from them. Marty and Doc were working on a time travel machine and Marty ends up in 1955. His mom ends up falling in love with him, which if he does not reverse will cause him, his brother and sister to never be born. He also has to find a way to travel back home to 1985. This recurring them of Doc and Marty having to go through time to fix something they botched repeats throughout the series.

George McFly, Lorraine Baines and Marty McFly (aka Calvin Klein) at The Enchantment Under the Sea dance. ←

The movie is great, but in both Part I and Part II, there isn't much respect for the women in the movie. I hate Biff (Thomas F. Wilson). He is a Class A, complete, and absolute jerkface.  He’s the kind of person you’d want to avoid in middle and high school.

George McFly (Crispin Glover) is a coward throughout most of the movie, but when he gets the courage to punch Biff, it’s a great moment for his character.

One of the main things I find funny during the movie is when Marty plays his guitar in 1955 and no one, and I mean NO ONE knows what he’s playing. All of their faces are like “What?!” Doc is hilarious throughout the movie. He’s the kind of guy who’s very smart, but still comedic.

They just didn’t get his guitar playing lol. ←

Near the end of the movie, I am shown a student trying to force Lorraine Baines (Lea Thompson) to dance with him, but with his “newfound courage”, George takes her back, which got on my nerves, because they were objectifying her. Up until Part III, women were not treated kindly.

The end of the movie has Doc say “Roads? Where we’re going, we don’t need roads.” I think that the movie itself is good, but it does have some flaws.

Marty and the Time Machine in 2015 from Back to the Future 2.←

Part II

According to Robert Zemeckis and Bob Gale, they got 2015 about 50% right. Not hoverboards, of course. Anyways, Part II started where Part I ended, with Doc’s famous quote, “Roads? Where we’re going, we don’t need roads.” The movie is in three timelines. 2015, Post Apocalyptic 1985*, and 1955.

When Jennifer is asking too many questions about her and Marty's future, Doc uses a device to make her unconscious, being a scene where women are mistreated. I think she was curious about what the future was like, and even if it would bend time and reality, that didn’t give Doc the right to make her pass out.

*It’s not like that literally, it just feels like it.

Hoverboard! ←

In 2015, we had iPhones and Wii U’s, not hoverboards and food dispensers. BTTF2 might have gotten 50% of 2015 right, but half isn’t that close. In 1985, when they return, Marty’s family isn’t home, Biff is rich and runs the town, he married Lorraine somehow, Doc was declared crazy, and Marty’s dad is dead. This goes to show that (unless time travel isn’t invented) one little thing can have a huge effect. After realizing that 2015 Biff stole an almanac from 2015 with all sports events from 1950 to 2000, and gave it to 1955 Biff, then Doc and Marty have to go back time.

Griff Tannen with his gang. ←

Unfortunately, going to 2015 would make the events of 1985 ripple into 2015, meaning they need to go to 1955. The dynamic duo of Doc and Marty retrieve the Almanac and destroy it, but the DeLorean is struck by lightning, somehow sending Doc to 1885. Marty goes to 1955 Doc, and after Marty says ‘I’m back FROM the future”, 1955 Doc passes out, ending the second part of the trilogy.

Time Machine in 1885, from Back to the Future 3. ←

Part III

The third and final part of the BTTF trilogy is my favorite part of the series. I didn’t know much about Western movies, and had only seen a glimpse of a western during an episode of Ultimate Spider-Man (Great show, by the way!). The movie is great. It really was a non-stop thrill ride. I think that of all of the Tannens shown throughout the trilogy, Buford ”Mad Dog” Tannen is the worst. He is a very cruel person, and had Marty not made the decision to go back to 1885 to save 1985 Doc’s life, he would feel guilty about it for the rest of his (fictional) life.

Marty faces off with Buford. ←

One of my favorite parts involves the fight between Buford and Marty. Marty knows Buford is obviously going to shoot him, so he put on a metal plate and then punched Buford hard a few times. Then Buford fell into manure, a.k.a., POOP! Honestly, that’s one of (in my opinion) the funniest scenes, although it happened to 1955 Biff and his cronies in 1955.

One of the main characters, Clara, isn’t used as a plot device, and isn’t just there to be there. She has an impact on the events, and has feelings. Although she doesn't believe Doc when he says he’s from the future and he has to go, she has the right to be angry, although she came back for him when she found out how sad he was. I like that they made Clara an important person in Part III. It shows that they understood that women shouldn’t be used as plot devices.

Doc and Clara’s Time Train in 1985. ←

When Marty goes back to 1985 with the DeLorean, it is destroyed shortly after. Doc spends an unknown amount of time in 1885, and returns in the “Time Train”, which ends the movie similar to Part I, ending the trilogy.

Back to the Future: Tales from the Time Train, Issues 1-3. ←

What’s Next For Back To The Future?

Although there probably isn’t going to be a Back To The Future IV/4, the closest thing we have is the IDW Comics series, Back to the Future: Tales from the Time Train which shows what happens to Doc and his family after Part III, which, although I haven’t read it, I bet will be good.

Time Machine Time Circuits. ←

Was it good?

I think that the women in Part I and II could have bigger roles, but I like that in Part III they gave Clara a bigger role in the story. I also like the idea of different timelines with different versions of people. Overall I think trilogy is pretty good.

Fin.

[tmiquotepage]

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