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Western Oregon | Growing up we had a big male Border Collie like that. He learned his place was chained at the fuel barrels unless he was with us. We never lost any more gas. We had to muzzle him to work cows he was so rank but he worked sheep and turkeys good with the muzzle. Fuel delivery man would throw him a tootsie roll when he came to fill the tanks and he was good. Dad took a paint brush and painted "Beware of Dog" on the dog house and let it run down. One time a big Cadillac drove in and we were busy. It turned out it was a car load of black men from church. The neighbor had just butchered a cow, just cut the meat off and dropped the bones off for the dog. The driver said "I looked at that pile of bones, over at the red letters on the dog house, and that dog hitting the end of that chain and decided I would just wait". When Dad came out, his eyes were big as saucers. Dad said it made him think of "don't shoot until you see the whites of their eyes"....James | |
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Lost my pal yesterday
