It was August 25 when Little Girl came straggling back to our home after being gone for awhile with a cute smaller dog than herself. He was a pup still growing, and had grown to be a larger dog than his own mother. You see he was Little Girls pup, from her last litter I suppose. There were things that went on between Little Girl and this little dog that just made me think she was his mama.
Things like, when he got to annoying her, she would gently, but very firmly grab him by the nose and put him on his side, never harming him. He treated her with the respect of her dominance. Even when he got bigger than her she was still dominant.
She had returned to wherever they had been previously, and brought him to our house and has never left here again. I guess she adopted us quite well, and the pup did too. We too, Madge and I, have become quite attached to the two of them, along with Archer, our tornado dog for Joplin, MO.
We decided to name the pup “Butch”, and that is what stuck. He began responding to that name. He mad me laugh. All three of them have made me laugh more than I have laughed in a long time. I laughed as Butch would come up to Archer and begin biting Archer on the legs, around his mouth, and Archer just tolerated it, with little friendly whines, growls, whimpers; what ever they were; then, Archer would just play holding Butch down; while Butch would wrestle himself free, and go back for more.
When I would call Butch to come he would come with a wagging tail, and you could tell he was happy, and wanted that attention. He was always energetic, ready to go, until this past Sunday afternoon, when he was accidently run over and left crippled in his hind legs. I gave him a couple of days to see if it could just be a bad bruise or something. He would not eat or drink, and I could not stand to see him suffer any longer I put him down.
When I buried him I thanked the Lord for the privilege of His using Butch to make me laugh. The last thing Butch did, even after his last breath, was wag his tail.
And I buried him near Flat Creek.
-Tim
Flat Creek Rolling 