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BUCKS NEW ADVENTURE (part 2)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

PART 2

 

Later, Buck got a big juicy ham bone to gnaw on and was allowed to sleep on the screened in porch. Of course he whined until Johnnie took her blanket out and slept with him. She lay there scratching his ears and said, “you know dog, I’m not stupid. You snookered me! There was never anything wrong with that foot. Why were you doing that? Did you just want to get away from drinking beer for breakfast?” He answered by snuggling up a little closer on the blanket because the night was getting cooler and she put her arm around him and went to sleep. “You know what,” she said, “Clint might want you for a good watch dog now! But, I might not let you go.” To that he licked her, forehead and laid his head on her stomach and went to sleep.

 

 She knew she had been had. Just wait until she got her hands on Loren Moore.  OH WELL, WHAT THE HECK, HE WAS A SWEET DOG. BUT SHE WOULD CHANGE HIS NAME TO ---WHAT??  OH WELL  RIGHT NOW  SWEET DOG WOULD DO.

 

   Well, the temperature got down to about 40 degrees that night. But Johnnie was not about to leave Buck outside alone. After all she had brought him through. Then to think, that Grand Son In Law of hers could be so ungrateful to make a dog sleep outside after he had caught some would be robbers. Why the very Idea of it made her so mad she was warm. So she pulled the blanket up and put her arms around Buck and said, “O.K. Fella, Its you and me tonight. We’ll go home at daylight. We would go right now but I would kill us both with my eyesight at night.” So they were snoozing pretty good all wrapped up together when Clint got up to go to work the next morning at 5.A.M.  He looked in Johnnie’s room to tell her goodbye like he always did and she was not there. Buck had heard him stirring around and made a little morning quick snore and turned over to go back to sleep. Clint heard that and stepped out on the front screened in porch. “Grannie, what are you doing out here on the porch? Grannie are you asleep?”  ‘’Well, I was for a few minutes anyway,” Johnnie groaned. “Well, Grannie if you care that much about that dog you can’t let it sleep on the porch alone get up and take him in the house, For gosh sakes, I’ll go make you a pot of coffee.”

“Do you know how cold it is?” “Noooo Clint I really don’t know the temperature. But my bones do I am quite sure.” Clint reached down to help Grannie get up from the floor and Buck nipped at his hand. “Now dang-it dog I’m just trying to help her, you don’t have to get so obnoxious.” Clint hollered. Grannie reached for the porch rocker and pulled herself up then very gently stood straight and took a step or two to loosen her arthritic legs. Then even slower tried to straighten her back. By this time Amanda had heard the goings on out front and come to see. “Grannie  what in the world,?” Amanda started in. “Just never mind, help me get her in the house. You come too Buck.” Clint tried to say gentle. But he was angry with Grannie for sleeping on the cold porch and she knew her arthritis would get bad and hurt during the night. “Run get her another blanket.” Clint instructed Amanda as he eased Grannie down in his big rocker. They wrapped her up real good and started the coffee. Buck was inside, but he started pacing. “You better let Buck out now Clint he needs to go to the bathroom and I need to go too.” “Well, can you wait until you have had this coffee. Your freezing’’ Clint still had a little bit of a hard tone to his voice. He had seen Grannie immobile before with her Arthritis and to do something so foolish. At least to him that was foolish. But he went to the kitchen door and called to Buck to come on and go outside. Buck turned around and looked back at Johnnie for her permission and then quickly made it to the first tree. But, guess what? He did not stop there! He hightailed it straight to the chicken house and started a God Awful Loud Barking and Pawing at the chicken house door. “Quick, Clint something is in the chicken house,” Amanda screamed! Clint grabbed the rifle off the rack and took off running. Grannie would have laughed, but she was afraid she would wet her pants. Clint was barefoot, and hopping through the sand burrs. Buck did not let up and Clint got there in time to save the chickens. There was a big weasel in the chicken house and was trying to have chicken for breakfast. He had torn a few feathers off but not killed any. By the time he had shot the weasel and returned to the house Grannie had been to the bathroom and was in the big rocker wrapped in a blanket and having her second cup of coffee. Amanda had brought her some aspirin, and started some breakfast cooking. They all sat around the table and discussed the merits of having a good dog on the place. Clint tried to convince Grannie to leave Buck on the farm with them. He even promised her that he could sleep inside. “Nothing doing!” Grannie told him. “I have brought that dog through a beer drinking breakfast and through a faked broken leg and now he knows his place in this world. I am taking him home and siccing him on Bob for ever giving him that beer in the first place and then I’m giving Bob a good, well, yeah, a pretty good cussin and then that dog is mine!”

“But, if you don’t mind, I think I’ll stay in bed under the warm covers today and go home tomorrow.”

 

 

BY JOHNNIE MOORE

October 2000

 

 

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