He was a stranger in our town. Nobody seen him before, nobody knew his name. He just breezed in one day, barking a happy tune, always up for a good time. “Keep an eye on my soup bone for me,” he’d say before going off on some damn fool stunt, and before too long we’d all be in there with him.
One morning a bunch of us was sitting in front of Larson’s Feed and Hay, drinking the water old man Larson would set out for us, watching the workmen across the street replacing the high-tension electrical wires, when the stranger walked up. “Too nice a day to be sitting around” he says. “Let’s have some fun.”
Now right then, one of the electrical wires fell right next to the fire hydrant, shooting off a bunch of sparks. “Hold my soup bone,” says the stranger. “I’ll be right back.”
Sumbitterated by Arne via Imgur.
Oh. My. Goodness.
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Noooooooooo! Poor Ol’ Piddler (I guess that’s another way of saying “Ol’ Yeller – at least on a snow day))
How, how, how do you think of these things Mike? I’m speechless. Hold my soup bone??? Gaaah!
Gosh! I need a drink now. A bit of a sad story. Whose up for some morning cocktails? Hmm? Mimosas? Anyone????
YES!!
Yes, please.
I’ll have a double!
If only. Way too much work to get through. (Toddles off for third cup of tea.)
Morning cockateals? Sure! And some budgies, too.
That works, too.
Oh, dear. I know it’s funny … but it makes me sad.
The caption from the original poster is pretty good, and less sad:
“For our dog’s 1st birthday, we took him to Dog Mountain where he paid homage to the Lord of the Dogs, at the peak of the mountain. It was a transforming moment for him, dressed in the proper vestments, he murmured dog prayers to the famed icon of dogdom, the palindromic Dog God.”
That’s (p)awesome.
fantastic!
Well now we know how Crispin’s Crispian met his heroic end. I hope someone had a bright green vegetable to put in the memorial soup with the bone.
Love Mike’s story but I would really like to know what that statue really is.
So would I!. The original poster’s version doesn’t strike me as reliable.
I think it was actually spot on! https://goo.gl/images/u5XRX1
It appears to be at a place called Dog Mountain in St Johnsbury, Vermont.
http://www.dogmt.com/Dog-Mountain-Slideshow.html
Thank you, Allein! I had no idea Dog Mountain really existed. Huneck’s work is great. There are several of his prints at my vets’.
Yes – there was an artist named Stephen Huneck who created a marvelous Dog Chapel and more.
I used to have some Huneck greeting cards, so I imagine there’s other art available too.
Bless you, Mike.
A folktale for the ages!
Don’t be sad, everyone. All good folktales have a tragic ending.