Howdy there, folks! I am glad to meet you. My name is Jack. I am a German Shepherd. I came from Northern Wisconsin. I was invited to live in southern Wisconsin, and I adopted a boy. He comes with a mom and dad, so they are mine, too.
I grew up there, and I learned my new territory well. I am the king. My boy brings me water when I need it, and food when I want it. He built me a castle he calls a dog house. I take him out for walks regularly, and we have a good time together. I would say we are a family.
I am three years old now. Folks remark at how handsome I am. I have a silver-sable coloring. But that is not my main pride in life. My main pride is my boy. He loves me and watches out for me. He seems to know when I am happy and when I am lonely. We are fast-friends even though I am the king.
There have been times when he has helped me board a chariot. He has fashioned a room in it where I can recline and travel. No one else may enter.
Recently, I hopped into my special room on the chariot. When we came to a stop, the scenery had changed from the grassy lawn in my country where I reign, to a farm where there is another king – a black and white canine named Mac.
This place has furry cats and feathery chickens roaming the place. I am not fond of them. But, I reasoned, that if we avoid each other, I could tolerate this new setting. I have not decided whether or not Mac and I will get along. The less I see him, the better I like him.
My boy and I took a walk touring the farm. We saw a nice valley. When we got back from our jaunt in the country, he served me my food and water. When darkness came, he put me in a strange building where I had never been before. It sure was not like my castle.
It had high walls. In it were stacks and stacks of straw. No other creatures came by except some cooing birds I had never met. There were huge, strong doors that locked me inside. My boy was gone! I called and called again and again on into the night.
The moonlight started to shine in an opening in the wall opposite the huge doors. “This might be my way out,” I thought. My barking to summon my boy was not working anyway, so I figured I might as well take things in my own paws and jump out that window. I am a good jumper so why not?
I took action. I leaped with a powerful jump toward the moonlit sky on the outside. But the opening was not open. I was surprised to hit glass. Nevertheless, momentum was on my side. My firm, muscular body pushed right on through the glass, breaking it handily with no injuries to me. Ah, now I was free! Strangely, my feet did not hit the ground as I expected. I flew through the air with the greatest of ease as my body plummeted down nearly 15 feet to the barnyard below. The first step out of that window was a lulu. I had a four-point landing and felt fine. At last I was in the open!
I roamed the farm at my leisure for the rest of the night. The chickens were asleep, so they were no bother. Cats minded their own business. Mac met me a few times, but we could avoid each other quite well.
As the sun rose, I met a man coming from the farmhouse ready to serve his animals. We walked together for a while.
The new day made me feel like today would be much better. I reigned over Mac’s castle. It could not hold me in. Somehow I think by my having overcome being locked up, my boy will think twice about not coming to me when I bark for him. I think I taught him a lesson. I do not like being shut in if I am alone in someone else’s castle.
(To be continued)
Fudge Bars
2 eggs
1 cup sugar
1 cup flour
¼ teaspoon salt
2 Tablespoons cocoa
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 cup chopped nuts (optional)
½ cup melted butter
Mix in order given. Bake at 350° for 25-30 minutes in square pan. Cool before cutting.
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