I got a couple of phone calls and e-mails asking me the story of the wooden lawn jockey. Oops, I guess I missed a step. Sorry.
My little friend is not a lawn jockey at all but a miss guided young man who has been tossed around from home to home and from garage sale to garage sale. The first thing people say when they see him is "is that?", "that looks like", "nah it can't be". Let me assure you "yes it is".
Watch for Michael coming to a stockdog trial near you in 2009