Dang Dog

That's what you would hear if Dad had to step over or around or as he would "kick" them out of his way, but only if someone was watching. When he thought no one was around or could hear him, he would stop reach down to give them a scratch behind the ear and a quick petting. I don't know why he thought he had to seem as if he didn't care for them- he didn't fool any of us. His heart was just too big to hate or dislike them.
One of his other favorite things to say was "dumb Dog, can't even meow. He is dumber than a cat." To which we would always just shake our heads and walk away. I can remember asking him one day if we could get a new dog- the last one had met his demise on the road, like so many of the rest of them. No, we don't need one was the answer he and mom kept giving us. But then I came home one day and told them about a dog that had been dropped off at my friends home. Her Dad was going to put him down if they didn't find him a home soon. I asked them to wait til I could talk to Dad. No they kept telling me during dinner. After the meal was done Dad told me that he was taking the truck to get hay and he would like me to ride along. I loved to ride along with him, ever since I was young it was something to look forward to. So we take off and Dad pulls out of the driveway headed the wrong way. At first I thought maybe we were just headed a different way. Finally I asked. His remark- well we might as well look at the mutt. I knew then that we would be taking the "mutt" home with us. We got to the house and my Dad talked to my friends father and when he told Dad that he was going to take him out after we left and "do away" with him, Dad said we would like to take him home with us. I was so happy, and we jumped in the truck and Dad said to me well it looks like we have a dog- and he is pretty dang lucky to have a home. And that is how Lucky came to live at our home.
Such a tough outside, but all heart on the inside.