Post by Dr. Kroke on Aug 28, 2012 13:40:23 GMT -5
"There, in the cow field, you didn't see it?"
"No, what was it?"
"Some kind of coyote? Dog? Whatever it is, it's scaring the livestock. Go on back to the house and get the gun, it'll fix it."
The two ranch hands were exchanging words on top of their ATV's towards the entrance of the cow pasture. One was a tall, aging man with gray hair and years of wisdom etched on his face. The other, his son or nephew, was much younger with thick sandy brown hair, and a face inexperienced in life and farming. He nodded to the older man respectively, hopped off of his ride, and opened the gate.
"Are you gonna kill it, sir?" He asked as he climbed atop the four wheeler.
"Nah, not unless that's the thing that's been eating our calves."
The young man started the ATV and rode off down the path towards the house.
Yes, Henry was running in circles around the cows, barking and nipping at them as they bolted forward then recoiled back. They were all huddled closely together, pushing their calves back from the threat before them. The white and red body was a spectacle, smooth in its approach to the livestock, and almost too skilled and quick for a dog of his size. Henry was medium sized and being part heeler, acted much bigger than what he actually was.
All he wanted from the cows was to see them run, for that would fill his young heart with much joy and excitement. That's all a dog needs in life, is a little joy and excitement!
He leapt forward, a choked snarl exhaling from his lungs, sending the cows into a mooing flury. A couple of cows jumped forwards, bucking their heads in the air, aiming to catch the dog with their flat heads, and knock him back. Henry, though, was much too fast for them, he dodged them with ease barking and mocking them as he did so.
A loud boom echoed from the distance.
The sudden noise sent the cows running in different directions. Their calves clung slose to their mothers, eyes wide with terror and tails erect as they ran.
Henry didn't follow the cows, isntead he stopped dead in his tracks and lifted his head towards the source of the noise. He could see the two men walking towards him with a long 'boom-stick' in hand. He recognized this thing. When he had a human, she would sit in the back yard and use something similar to scare off squirrels. His tail wagged behind him anxiously as the man lifted the stick up and fired off another shot.
The sound echoed and this time Henry fled with the birds, darting off towards the edge of the pasture, as far away from the humans as he could.
He slipped through the barbed wire and into an unfenced pasture, unused by humans. His tongue hung out of the side of his mouth, dancing as he panted.
"Humans are so cruel sometimes..." He snorted. All he wanted was to play. Coyotes didn't want to play with him, and he hadn't seen another dog in ages. He gave a quick look around and continued on his way to find water and possibly some food.
"No, what was it?"
"Some kind of coyote? Dog? Whatever it is, it's scaring the livestock. Go on back to the house and get the gun, it'll fix it."
The two ranch hands were exchanging words on top of their ATV's towards the entrance of the cow pasture. One was a tall, aging man with gray hair and years of wisdom etched on his face. The other, his son or nephew, was much younger with thick sandy brown hair, and a face inexperienced in life and farming. He nodded to the older man respectively, hopped off of his ride, and opened the gate.
"Are you gonna kill it, sir?" He asked as he climbed atop the four wheeler.
"Nah, not unless that's the thing that's been eating our calves."
The young man started the ATV and rode off down the path towards the house.
Yes, Henry was running in circles around the cows, barking and nipping at them as they bolted forward then recoiled back. They were all huddled closely together, pushing their calves back from the threat before them. The white and red body was a spectacle, smooth in its approach to the livestock, and almost too skilled and quick for a dog of his size. Henry was medium sized and being part heeler, acted much bigger than what he actually was.
All he wanted from the cows was to see them run, for that would fill his young heart with much joy and excitement. That's all a dog needs in life, is a little joy and excitement!
He leapt forward, a choked snarl exhaling from his lungs, sending the cows into a mooing flury. A couple of cows jumped forwards, bucking their heads in the air, aiming to catch the dog with their flat heads, and knock him back. Henry, though, was much too fast for them, he dodged them with ease barking and mocking them as he did so.
A loud boom echoed from the distance.
The sudden noise sent the cows running in different directions. Their calves clung slose to their mothers, eyes wide with terror and tails erect as they ran.
Henry didn't follow the cows, isntead he stopped dead in his tracks and lifted his head towards the source of the noise. He could see the two men walking towards him with a long 'boom-stick' in hand. He recognized this thing. When he had a human, she would sit in the back yard and use something similar to scare off squirrels. His tail wagged behind him anxiously as the man lifted the stick up and fired off another shot.
The sound echoed and this time Henry fled with the birds, darting off towards the edge of the pasture, as far away from the humans as he could.
He slipped through the barbed wire and into an unfenced pasture, unused by humans. His tongue hung out of the side of his mouth, dancing as he panted.
"Humans are so cruel sometimes..." He snorted. All he wanted was to play. Coyotes didn't want to play with him, and he hadn't seen another dog in ages. He gave a quick look around and continued on his way to find water and possibly some food.
