pasture grass warm and sticky complete with distant goats chewing and kicking up in play from the creek side a flash of black just enough residual periphery to startle the herd square pupils dart and scan while floppy jowls with stringy drool watches from the pampas
first sprinting left then darting back to the right and circling around the 2 year old Lab pup pretends to Collie attempting to direct the herd without any human direction
from the faded red door a farmer appears straw between lips hands deep in overall pockets quietly surveying all that is his when at once a disturbance is noticed goats darting around in frantic worry being chased by one hundred pounds of Labrador fury reaching just inside of the doorjamb the old farmer pulled forth a 243 Remington took steady aim and shot the menace attacking the bleaters
when we got back from the Country Fair the Thomas house had a funny air and only Jimmy came to greet us Roy was nowhere to be found after a few hours of searching the forest and questioning neighbors we were handed a red dog collar from the Dairy farmer 2 miles up the drive they shot my dog for playing with goats on a Holstein farm and so we gave up milk and though about revenge /