by Pa Rock
Gentleman Farmer
Gentleman Farmer
Junior, my part-time dog, ain’t no lightweight. Although I have never seen him fight, his
size and demeanor indicate that he could hold his own against all of the men,
most of the canines, and a few of the women who inhabit this neighborhood. That’s why I was so surprised when he came
barreling across the front porch earlier this afternoon in an obvious state of panic.
I was sitting on the porch reading – and recuperating from an ill-advised spurt of pulling weeds – when I heard a dog howl. I paid the noise no mind until, out of the
corner of my eye, I saw a black-and-white flash leap onto the porch and head
right at me. I barely had time to figure
out that it was Junior when he crashed into my leg and then did a one-eighty and
lunged back off of the porch. There he nervously parked himself on the lawn and began staring off toward the back acreage.
Then I heard the dog howl again. It wasn’t Junior.
Damn, I thought, that’s one mighty big dog! Junior thought so too, because he again
jumped up onto the porch and ran for me.
Then, after touching base, he turned and dived back onto the lawn – once more peering off into the distance.
Hoyle’s Official Rules of Retirement warns against reacting
too suddenly to any situation, but, considering that I am responsible for the
lives and well-being of thirty-some fat chicks who also reside behind the
house, I ambled on over by Junior to take a look.
And there they were!
Dogs! Big dogs! Big white dogs! Three Great Pyrenees the size of Shetland
ponies were lounging in the grass under one of the maple trees. Those
invaders who had struck terror into Junior’s heart sent a rush of pleasure
through mine. Junior saw monster dogs,
while I was lost in memories of Paladin and Paloma – and Millie’s Shiva.
I tried to get in closer and make friends, but Junior,
standing squarely behind me, was barking threats and orders to leave. Soon the gentle behemoths had had enough
of his racket, and they trotted off into the tree line in search of quieter adventures.
Junior followed me back onto the porch where he was
literally shaking. Sit, I told him – and
he did. Lay down, I ordered – and he did
that also – while pressing his back up firmly against my foot. If his
human moved, Junior wanted to know about it!
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