She left us for a time; as I wrote of yesterday. She was gone most of the day Sunday, and all day Monday, at least until late afternoon. Wouldn’t it be interesting to know where she had been, or to see the world through a dogs eyes; or to hear through a dogs ears. You know; the fly on the wall thing.
We can be in a conversation with someone; a personal conversation; and if a child or even at times an adult comes up we change topics quickly, or go quiet really quick, but if a dog is near… it doesn’t matter.
Well, anyway the Little Girl came back. I guess she decided this was home now. It also proves that my thinking about her finding her owners was wrong.
Madge and I were getting ready to eat supper last evening, I looked out the patio door where Archer had been laying just minutes before, and there lay Little Girl. Just like that she was here again. I went to the door and opened it then reached down to pet her; which she enjoyed. I then went out to give her and Archer some food. She ate, then came and got a drink of water. Believe it or not I was glad to see her back.
Little Girl was wet like she had just came up from the Creek; that’s Flat Creek. For those few who read this; you have probably noticed that I end the post with something about Flat Creek in every article; like the one I just wrote or like this…
From along the banks of Flat Creek.
-Tim
Flat Creek Rolling 