Dog fight! Snarling and growling like I had never heard before, and I knew old Dog was too old and stiff to whip cream let alone a fighter. I banged out the door like a madman to find a little bitty ball of fur carrying on with stiff legs and bouncing around like a basketball handled by Meadowlark Lemon. Old Dog just growled and snarled, bared his teeth and looked sorta like he was grinning.
My close relative was hot on my trail and when she realized what was going on, the blood letting was over! She gathered the fur ball up and told it how cute and precious it was. Dog laid down and went back to sleep. I scratched my head and marveled at the sudden change of personality in the warrior. Now it appeared to be akin to an angel. All the oohing and cooing was more than I could stand, so I interrupted the fiasco with a scowl on my face.
Wondering what wasgonna happen, I left the yard, whistled for Dog to follow and made my way to the barn. It is not profitable to disrupt my close relative when she is in a mothering mode and was she ever! I am a praying man so therefore I began praying this was not gonna last. I sure didn’t need a dog in the house and my Dog didn’t need or want any company on his rock pile!
It was cold this morning and my newish truck did not want to start. I ground the battery to a dead halt, pumped the accelerator until the gas was about to turn my stomach and finally decided to call the dealership as my warranty was still good. The feller said they would send a towtruck out to get it and haul it in to repair.
Took about an hour for the truck to get out to fetch the lemon, I mean truck. I do not know and did not want to know what was going on in the house withthe tourist who was now ensconced in my quarters. I figured my close relative was bathing, blow drying and feeding the thing beef.
The truck got the attention of all on the place. The male offspring showed up now and the close relative came to see what was going on with the white bundle in her arms growling at all the people who were intruding on its territory. All of them were grinning and going on about it too!
The driver of the truck walked up to the pup with his arms opened wide. Could he hold it? Were we gonna keep it? Is it male or female? I was on my toes and ready by now and asking if he wanted to give it a good home.
It is my opinion, and everyone has one, every cloud has a silver lining! Dead truck but the warranty still good and no charge for towing it in, dog gone with driver, happy days are here again! I figured I could stand anything for the rest of the day, then I looked up to see cattle where they shouldn’t be. So goes the day of a cattleman!
Bill is the pen name used by the Gravette author of this weekly column.
Opinion, Pages 6 on 03/30/2011