Thursday, September 27, 2012


If you’re lucky enough to have been around good cowdogs, then you know how intelligent, agile, fearless, and eager to please they are. Our cowdog, Bodie, is all of the above but with some supplementary idiosyncrasies.

Bodie is nothing if not persnickety. He puts on airs as if he was some blue-blooded show champion raised in a palace somewhere, rather than a cowmutt (Border collie, blue heeler, Catahoula) born in a backyard doghouse.

For instance, Bodie thinks he’s entitled to syrup on his pancakes—cut up for him, of course—and refuses to eat them if everything isn’t just so. If someone offers some crumbs or licks of leftovers, he won’t deign to eat it unless there’s enough on the plate or dish to make it worth his while. Bodie’s also of the opinion that he deserves to stretch out on the seat of any vehicle (or the cushion of a couch), and gets personally offended if expected to share his space with anyone else.

By and large, His Highness is unfriendly to anyone outside of the immediate family, making him a great watchdog but a menace to the noncriminal population. Every now and then, he’ll appear to take kindly to someone, but then suddenly, for no apparent reason, bark and snarl, scaring the bejeebers out of the poor unsuspecting soul.

Despite his weirdness, Bodie’s a decent cowdog and faithful companion, offering much moral support from the comfort of the shade while I work. He also serves as an invaluable bodyguard for the cat and goats, keeping coyotes and foxes at a respectable distance.

 Bodie and his chauffeur, yours truly.

“So be content with who you are, and don't put on airs. God's strong hand is on you; he'll promote you at the right time.” –1 PETER 4:6




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