Comrades in crime
are Pinto and Buster. Pinto is a mutt mix of maybe Dachshund and some
other small dog. Buster now that's a different story. It is up for
guessing what breed he is. There must have been some very good blood
They have a
multitude of things to keep them constantly busy around the small tracts
and home sites. Mostly the neighbors at first were intolerant. After Pinto
proved he was able to grab and kill creepy, crawly things they became more
able to endure his presence. If the children are aghast because Pinto has
caught a bird, a turtle, or a small snake, well then, that is just part
and parcel of the way of things.
At this particular
time their naughty behavior was causing them to worry the horse across the
road. No amount of scolding, penning them up for a day, or anything else
made any difference. Fortunately the horse mostly ignored them.
“I'm telling you!
One of these days you are going to be so sorry.” Milly was trying to warn
the two dogs. No matter. She would no more than turn around and the two
would be busily, noisily, yapping at the heels of the horse.
“Well, I guess you
will just have to learn the hard way. I hope you make it through.” Milly
dismissed the nuisance pair. She was by this time a little tired of their
bothersome ways. Buster had a cough not too long before. Opening capsules
of garlic on his food was just another chore for her, even though it did
clear his hack, hack, hacking. Soon that little extra aggravation was done
but Milly was more than ready to concentrate on something of a higher
“Mother, I have
something to tell you about Pinto and Buster you aren't going to believe.
“That pair? I
would believe anything about them.” Milly never guessed what was
happening in the world around her.
“Buster came to
my door last evening. He actually knocked on the screen door until he got
wasn't too surprised.
“Yes, he did!
When I went to the door he was barking and barking. Woooffff! Wooffff!
You know how he has that gruff bark?” The young women commented.
doubt.” Milly was facetious and aware of his bark.
“Well, he just
kept on and on. He was running around in circles and then running toward
the road like he wanted me to follow him. I asked him where his buddy,
Pinto, was. I walked up the road calling Pinto, Pinto? All the while
Buster was still barking at me from in front of the house. There was
nothing around there on the road so I walked down the other way calling
for Pinto. Buster kept barking while running back to the house like he
wanted me to follow. All at once I saw Pinto. He was barely walking while
coming from the field where the horse is.”
“Oh yes! Their
favorite game of late.” Milly knew what had happened.
horse must have kicked him. There is a long scratch on his back leg and
that is the one he is favoring.” Milly's daughter was young enough she
still was fascinated with the way of animals. “He didn't kick him hard
enough to kill him, although I'm sure a horse could easily have done so.
Pinto sure is stowed.”
“I knew that
would happen. I'm sure they won't be bothering that horse any more.”
Milly spoke directly to the two ornery little boy, acting out, dogs.
golden peace was once again supreme on their tract. Pinto and Buster had
learned the hard way it wasn't wise to pick on someone one thousand times
bigger. No longer was it necessary to scold them or warn the two not to
bother the horse across the road.