For a Good Dog. I know it was this morning when I held you, wiggling, and you were all legs and ears and attitude. You taught me patience – a
time and a place for speed and teeth. I know it was just midmorning
when that bull busted the headgate, and you stopped him from crushing my legs. You carried me, Boss,
bleeding and broken, to the vet. I’m
sorry I chewed on your thumb and made it bleed. By noon, you had taught me that
love and trust and work are nearly all the same thing. Ah Boss, remember the lamb
we dug out of the snowbank and I laid in the footwell with it and licked it warm
while we drove home? I had to nip her second set of twins today when they
pretended they didn't see me. This afternoon, on a hot, dry,
windy afternoon, we were the only ones to have a perfect pen and shed. You were a little slow on
that shed, Boss. This evening, I noticed the grey on your muzzle, and the hitch in your old broken leg. Oh Boss, my heart is strong and my love is stronger than any bone. Where are thy sheep? Night has come, and your eyes
grow dim, and I see you through tears, and with the comfort of love. Thanks Boss, but don’t
worry, my pups are strong. They’re
nearly as good as me. Forever my friend. That’ll do. Bill Gary For my "Good Dog" Craig September 2002
ã Bill Gary 2002
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