The 6 Pack
By Barb Buntin
Before I had the golf cart and a pack of 4, I had a 6 pack. The head honcho was Buck, a Rottweiler, what an awesome dog. Didn’t worry when the other dogs barked but when Buck did you paid attention, as did anyone he was barking at. He had a bark and a growl that came from way down low, it was serious.
Buck as it turned out liked kids. When my sister and kids came for a visit and he saw those kids he fell on the ground and peed all over himself. He was just so happy. And when they were leaving he ran and got in the van. They were his kids.
He couldn’t go though, because she had a dog I had given her already. Her name was Toots, another great dog. Someone had dropped her off at the little country store and she was pregnant. Well a pregnant girl needs a home, right? This little dog would herd the chickens back into their pen after I let them out to forage.
Another member of the pack was Skeeter, a spaniel type dog. Would have never known there were snakes crossing the yard but for her. The others just let them be, but not Skeeter, she was on duty. She was vigilant. One year there was a sidewinder. They move quick. Another snake got caught in the chicken wire.
I would take the 6 pack for walks. We lived next to thousands of acres of ranch land. One neighbor about 1/4 mile away had a dog named Shana, don’t know how she knew but she would show up to go for walks with us.
When a car would come by, I’d call them over to sit until the car went by. Got to where they just did it. When Shana’s family got a new pup she actually taught that little pup to sit on the side of the road when cars drove by. And then that dog trained the next generation. Pretty cool.
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