Ken Vickers
Man’s best Friend
When I see Fox, the chocolate Lab, charge after a duck or dove I have felled I watch him with a grin of satisfaction, knowing that although I trained him, he already had this retrieving in his blood. It is what he was born to do. I love this dog. He stays right by my side around home and when he gives that low growl I know it’s not an armadillo but a two legged threat he smells and I have time to arm myself, if necessary.
He lies on the foot of my bed at night and, yes, he makes a mess with the shed of hair sometimes but I have never seen a more intelligent dog and no one can sneak in with him in the house. In fact, he thinks he is human. He told me so the other afternoon as he was lounging in his chair having a snifter of last years vintage. Of course he walks a fine line and he knows his limitations; he can’t open the drawers to get at the treats because he has no thumbs.
The other day I was cleaning my pistol and pulled out the gun oil. Fox had pinched a bag of hot dog buns from atop the kitchen table and was hiding under my son’s bed, but upon smelling gun oil he came out of the room with his camo on complaining his hunting boots were too small. I reminded him he was a dog and did not have need of boots and to stop whining because we were not going hunting anyway. He went slinking back under Skeeter’s bed to finish the buns.
The best part of having a good bad dog is I don’t have to worry about anyone just walking in my house. The air conditioner repairman tried the other day and nearly got et’ up. Then a vacuum cleaner salesman knocked at the screen door and had to yell for help as he held the door to keep Fox from knocking it open and tearing his leg off. Fox even put Coffee County Sheriff Pope on top of my truck, and for a dog to put a man who is 6’7 and 340 pounds and toting a pistol that shoots 16 times, an armed elephant, on top of a truck, is no small feat.
I read the scripture out loud and Fox perks up his ears when I give a rendition of the battle between Goliath and Little David from the book of Samuel where Little David shot Goliath with a sling shot. He likes that part.
I love to have a massage or head scratching but now that my youngun’s are grown and the new worn off my wife, on her part at least, I seldom get any such attention except on Father’s day. Skeeter has fun, however, since he discovered that he can lather the soles of my feet with peanut butter and call Fox to lick the mess off. It’s the best foot massage you can imagine and by the time he is finished, I am sound asleep.
I would hurt you over this dog and, by the way, if you happen to have a registered Chocolate Lab female, give me a call.
Let’s make some fine puppies and then you can have a foot massage anytime--if you have peanut butter!
The other day I was cleaning my pistol and pulled out the gun oil. Fox had pinched a bag of hot dog buns from atop the kitchen table and was hiding under my son’s bed, but upon smelling gun oil he came out of the room with his camo on complaining his hunting boots were too small. I reminded him he was a dog and did not have need of boots and to stop whining because we were not going hunting anyway. He went slinking back under Skeeter’s bed to finish the buns.
The best part of having a good bad dog is I don’t have to worry about anyone just walking in my house. The air conditioner repairman tried the other day and nearly got et’ up. Then a vacuum cleaner salesman knocked at the screen door and had to yell for help as he held the door to keep Fox from knocking it open and tearing his leg off. Fox even put Coffee County Sheriff Pope on top of my truck, and for a dog to put a man who is 6’7 and 340 pounds and toting a pistol that shoots 16 times, an armed elephant, on top of a truck, is no small feat.
I read the scripture out loud and Fox perks up his ears when I give a rendition of the battle between Goliath and Little David from the book of Samuel where Little David shot Goliath with a sling shot. He likes that part.
I love to have a massage or head scratching but now that my youngun’s are grown and the new worn off my wife, on her part at least, I seldom get any such attention except on Father’s day. Skeeter has fun, however, since he discovered that he can lather the soles of my feet with peanut butter and call Fox to lick the mess off. It’s the best foot massage you can imagine and by the time he is finished, I am sound asleep.
I would hurt you over this dog and, by the way, if you happen to have a registered Chocolate Lab female, give me a call.
Let’s make some fine puppies and then you can have a foot massage anytime--if you have peanut butter!
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