I've always laughed at city folks and
their duded up dogs and fully clothed cats but I can relate to them on
some level. I can even sort of understand the bleeding hearts trying to
save the so-called "wild" horses," even though many of them carry the
brand of their previous owner. I can relate to these animal lovers
because I am one. We all have our favorites and they come in all shapes,
sizes and species. Here are some of mine:
Cindy- The best dog I ever had. She was a
German Shorthair and there wasn't a mean bone in her body, although
there was a broken one. To this day I can vividly remember sitting with
her under an orange tree after she got hit by a car. My alcoholic father
wouldn't let us "waste" good money by taking her to a vet even though I
offered to drain my piggy bank to pay for it. I hated him for it but
Cindy, who walked on three legs for the rest of her life, true to form,
never showed any enduring animosity.
Cindy was named after my brother's
girlfriend, it's quite an honor really, although I'm not sure the
girlfriend fully appreciated it. Sweethearts come and go but Cindy
loyally stayed with us to the end. She learned all the tricks and
greeted all visitors with her paw extended to "shake hands." One time
all the little bunnies in my rabbit feedlot escaped and Cindy retrieved
every one in her soft mouth with nary a scratch on any of them. She
waited for me by the back door every morning to feed my animals and
every day after school to repeat the process. She's the only animal that
ever drove me to poetry.
Pancakes- The first hog I ever raised was
named after her favorite food, my mom's flapjacks. Those pancakes were
the only way we could lure the hog back into her pen after she'd gotten
out and terrorized my mom's sewing customers. I admired Pancakes for
that. We tried to ride her but after a couple trips around the pen she'd
dart into her house and leave us sitting in the dirt, gasping for air
and bruised where the low slung roof caught us in the chest. Then she'd
sit there laughing. I loved raising hogs and might have considered it a
career if only they smelled better.
Abe- My first beef animal, an Aberdeen
Angus I named after a man I admired. Abe was the meanest animal on earth
and nearly killed me and my ag teacher but much to everyone's surprise,
darned if we didn't win showmanship at the country fair. (It was only
because Abe's killer reputation had proceeded him and all the other
steers were jittery in his presence.) I cried the day they hauled that
mean old sorry steer away.
Gentleman- There will never be another Gentleman. He was the first horse I ever owned and he taught me the cow business...
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