He told me this

[Tea]

(This was told to me in Montana, Near Browning, at a little bar and resturant where the steaks are huge! I spent alot of time there and this story hit me hard, finally wrote a poem about it.)



He told me this

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“My Grandpa had dogs, and I remember then as a wonder.

My First dog I thought cowardly- though he did what I asked.

My second dog I thought headstrong but he could shift anything

My third dog was a good dog, he slept by my bed. And I shared meals with him.
But he was kicked in the head by a cow with a young calf and died.

My fourth dog was brilliant. And I loved her like my own child.
She had pups and this one under my chair is of her blood .

But now I know. And it sometimes makes me sad.

My first dog, it was me that made him a coward

My second didn’t listen to me because as a young man I was often wrong

My third dog was a good dog, but I put him on stock too rough for that day.

By my fourth dog I became humble and knew that the dogs knew more than I

That I was just helping them along to find their trail.

Oh to be a young man and know these things…..To get my first dog back and say to him, you were such a good dog.”

[Faster horses]

Ahhhhhhhhhh...we grow too soon old and too late smart.
Most dogs don't seem to have that problem.