I’ve had my dog Wobbly for some time now. He’s not half as goofy as he used to be, and I have to be honest, he’s a right homely lookin’ pet. The front half of him looks like a bulldog, but his back-half is mostly Basset Hound. His gray head and tri-colored body look like somebody went and sewed two dogs into one. Wobbly’s large tongue is as wide as it is long. That thing just hangs out of his mouth below his double chin droppin’ slobbers everywhere he walks. He has left our house in an awful mess. Darla spends half her day mopping up dried doggy drool, and the other half cussin’ because Wobbly has already messed up her floor again. Of course, his good looks and slobberin’ habits are exceeded only by his natural odor. That animal could gag a maggot on a warm humid day, but we don’t blame Wobbly because he’s a hound dog, bless his heart.
Now you may be wonderin’ why we don’t keep him outside in a kennel. We used to do that with our early dogs. We learned over the years that the weather and predators make life downright miserable for a dog caged up outside. Then there’s the barkin’. There ain’t nothin’ more heart breakin’ than a dog cryin’ for his family. We adopted Wobbly, slobbers, smells and all, so he lives inside with us.
Besides, he is a sight to behold when a stranger comes wanderin’ around. Just yesterday we had a neighbor boy that liked to cut through our backyard to get to his buddy’s house. Now I don’t mind that none as I used to do it when I was a youngin’, too. I had just let Wobbly out in the backyard to play. Even though we don’t have a fence Wobbly enjoys staying inside the boundary of his own yard. I reckon that’s the bulldog in him because a Basset Hound will run away for miles if you don’t keep them penned up. Anyway, this young man comes strollin’ along into our yard. Now Wobbly wasn’t angry. In fact, I think he likely wanted to play. So, Wobbly goes galloping with his short legs and long body towards that boy. Now what that young man saw was Wobbly’s big head bobbin’ up and down, tongue slappin’ his face and spit flyin’ everywhere. Ole Wobbly stopped a couple feet away with his crooked tail just a waggin’. To be honest, it looks more like he has a twitch, but that’s how he wags his tail.
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