by Rusty W. Mitchum
Did I ever tell y’all about my first dog, Bo? He wasn’t a little bitty dog neither. He was a Mastiff and he was big; I mean really big. Now, I don’t know about girls and their pets, because I’m not a girl. I know they probably love them just like boys do, but there is just somethin’ about a boy and his dog. I mean they’re both, sort of alike. You know the old sayin’ about boys bein’ made of puppy dog tails and such, well, it’s true. That was the way Bo and I were.
We were both cut from the same mold. We played hard, and when we rested, we rested hard. If I wasn’t chasin’ Bo, he’d be chasin’ me. I might have him tied to an old coaster wagon full of kids, but he was always game. There wasn’t anything that dog wouldn’t do. To me, he was the greatest animal that ever lived.
Did I ever tell y’all about my first dog, Bo? He wasn’t a little bitty dog neither. He was a Mastiff and he was big; I mean really big. Now, I don’t know about girls and their pets, because I’m not a girl. I know they probably love them just like boys do, but there is just somethin’ about a boy and his dog. I mean they’re both, sort of alike. You know the old sayin’ about boys bein’ made of puppy dog tails and such, well, it’s true. That was the way Bo and I were.
We were both cut from the same mold. We played hard, and when we rested, we rested hard. If I wasn’t chasin’ Bo, he’d be chasin’ me. I might have him tied to an old coaster wagon full of kids, but he was always game. There wasn’t anything that dog wouldn’t do. To me, he was the greatest animal that ever lived.