I left the last one blank so you could fill in your own. Some might choose a good woman, others a good banker, a job in town, a silver bit, a full can of Copenhagen or Saturday off.
Now every fall when I go out to
work the cows, the neighbors all show up to help. They come drivin’ up
in a big 4-wheel drive pickup, a deer guard on the front, mud and snow
all around, a couple of spare tires tied to the stockracks and a
handy-man jack wired in the back rattlin’ like a beer can in a 50 gallon
drum! In the back of every one of them pickups is, at least one GOOD
dog! And two pups!
Now them dogs leap out and
commence to fight with one another for two hours! You spend the rest of
the day kickin’em out from under yer feet or chasin’em outta the gate!
But you can’t say nothin’. Oh, no! That’s a sacred thing! You can’t
criticize another man’s dog!
Now everybody’s got a dog story.
Claude had spent all mornin’ gettin’ a bull off the mountain and was
easin’em down toward a trap in the meadow. Tom came drivin’ up and got
out to open the corral gate. Ring leaped out of Tom’s pickup and
proceeded to put the bull back up the mountain. Ring came trottin’ back,
lolling his tongue, a satisfied look on his face. You could almost hear
him sayin’, “Aren’t you proud of me, Dad!” But one look at Claude’s
face and you could hear Ring thinkin’, “Uh, oh!”
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