You’ve heard the above title as a phrase. When something goes wrong some one says, “Dog gone”. I heard the story of an American Indian [Native American] running with his dog along a cliff, the dog fell over the cliff, and the Indian said, “Dog gone” :).
Yesterday morning when my Madge and I left for church Archer and the Little Girl was here watching us leave, wanting some attention, and seemed just normal. However, when we got back home Little Girl was no where to be seen or found. I wrote about Little Girl a few weeks ago; how we ended up with her and all.
It seems we had gotten used to her being here. Now I don’t know what has happened to her. I kind of have a suspicion that her people were floating once again, she caught a scent of them, and found them. That’s what I hope happened to her.
She has been around here all this time; when we have left she has remained through all other times, but this time Dog gone.
We hear people floating in canoes, boats, kayaks, and inner tubes almost every day. We weren’t home to hear at that time. Where ever Little Girl is now I hope she is okay.
On the banks of Flat Creek.