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By Don Blazer
When it’s right, it’s right. When it’s not, it’s not!
If you’ve got a horse, then you’ve probably got a dog. I had a horse, but I didn’t, at the time, have a dog.
Now when someone wants to give you a horse, you’ve got to know you’re in trouble. Any FREE horse is going to cost you plenty! When someone is going to give you a dog, you’re pretty much in the same kind of trouble.
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I was buying a house in Boerne, Texas, and the real estate agent, Lee Allen, was selling me on a dog as well as the house. I was pretty much letting Lee decide which house…after all, a house is just a house, but a dog….well, ….you know.
I wanted to rescue a dog; and that means the selection for breed, sex, age, etc. could be limited. I love Australian Shepherds, but figured any kind of fuzzy, friendly medium sized dog would do. So what kind of dog did Lee have to give me? An Australian Shepherd….with papers, no less. No charge, FREE, registered, all his shots, no fleas, immediate delivery, great personality, say, “yes” today……… he already has some toys and I’ll throw in some “treats.”
There’s got to be a catch. He chews shoes, isn’t house broke, barks all day and night, can’t be left alone, bites….it’s got to be something really bad. And I was wrong, but right.
Lee brought Roo right to the front door….Roo is a tri-colored (mostly black) Aussie with a very happy, wagging short-docked tail. Into the house he bounded, his joy overflowing….I’m sure Lee had told him this house was his home…take over instantly…so he did. Roo likes me, and you, and Sally, and John, and Megan, and Roger, and El and Cathy, and Tim and whomever else is around. Roo likes the world.
Roo likes food….any kind and all kinds, except dog food, of course. Roo wears a cowboy’s bandana around his neck…it’s there as his constant napkin….necessary because Roo snacks more than a teen-ager.
Roo networks. Roo and I went to a horse show and sat in the bleachers watching a cutting class. I was watching horses, Roo was lying at my feet…all was well. There was a break in the action and I reached down to pat Roo, but he was gone! Not being one to panic, I was just frantic. I began my search. Roo was attentively sitting on a chair next to the two horse show judges….I’m positive he was contributing his opinion. The judges wanted to know his name and age and all about him…no one asked my name.
A friend organized a “Welcome to Texas” party so I could get acquainted with fellow horsemen. The guests all discuss horses in an Internet chat room. For days after the party, there were chats about Roo. No one mentioned me.
Roo opens the front door so he comes in anytime he’s tired of playing in the front yard.
Roo goes to school, but I don’t know why. The dog trainer had a can of cheese he used to squirt cheese on a spoon. He used the cheese-coated spoon to get the canine students to follow along beside their masters. It’s a great way to teach any dog, except Roo.
Each dog followed along licking at the spoon with the cheese. Not Roo…heck with a spoon…Roo left the instructor and went straight for the can of cheese.
Did they find a “patsy” to take Roo. Well, let’s just say Roo’s got the cheese and crackers and I’m following along lickin’ the spoon.
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