Before Blogdom

Many, many, many moons ago, before I had a blog, or internet or even knew what the internet was, I still wrote stories in my head & longed for a way to share them. Barring becoming a published author ( which I never figured out how to do on a regular basis), I had no practical outlet for my stories. But I still wrote them. The other day, while on my mass purging crusade, I came across this story in a pile of papers stuffed in a cupboard. Since I now do have a blog, and a captive audience of sorts  I thought I would share it with you.

Angus the Bad Cow Dog

One day last week, while I was in the middle of my household chores, I heard a car honk. Peering out the screen door to see what it was, a passing neighbor yelled in "Did you know your calf is out?" "No I didn't" I replied as I grabbed the baby and headed out the door to round her up. The helpful neighbor had left her car at the corner and gone down behind the calf to drive her back toward the house. "No problem" I thought as I called my husbands cow dog, Angus, over-- we'll have her in in a jiffy. "Get the calf Angus" was my command and with that Angus got that serious "cow dog at work" look and took off like a shot. That is until he saw the neighbor and all thought of cows left his mind as he ran over and jumped in her car ready for a ride. Talk about embarrassing. The neighbor, the baby, and I managed to stay focused enough to drive the calf to the gate and shoo her through but at that exact moment Angus suddenly remembered he was a cow dog and it was his job to send her somewhere. He promptly bit her on the nose  successfully turning her from the gate. After much swearing, rock throwing and key shaking ( on the part of the neighbor) we finally succeeded in getting the calf through the gate. Suffice it to say that the next time I need help rounding up stray livestock, I'll bring the baby but leave Angus the Bad Cow Dog inside.

I wrote that 12 years ago. "The baby" in the story is about to turn 13. Wow. Angus went to live with another family not long after that. He just wasn't a good fit for where we lived at the time. (That & the fact that he was as dumb as a box of rocks, but I digress...)

Blessings!