The Outlaws:
The gang has been separated by technology. My neighbor put up an
electric fence to make sure his little beagle doesn't get into the road
and get hit. I can't blame him. Poor Stella--his beautiful black
lab--lost her life to one of those speeding back road demons. So, this
will keep the beagle safe.
It does mean the end of the gang. Bonnie stays away. Even brain-dead Gus has learned
to keep his distance. The only slow learner has been the little
beagle. I feel guilty--a little--because whenever I'm out walking or
"working," she wants to run over and "help." Yowl!!!! Several times
already. And there is an element of injustice here: the old huge brown
lab that visits on occasion is impervious to the shock. She doesn't
have a collar, so she just runs right through it like it's not even
there, joins me for my walks, and keeps me company. Bonnie will join us
once in awhile. The alpaca are scared to death of the lab and
squeal--I don't know what else to call it--whenever she's with me out
back in the meadow. Protective Bonnie comes racing to the rescue, but
when she sees who it is, she just joins us, tail wagging, completely out
of guarding mode. Hats off to Gus. Sorry little beagle. Welcome Big
Brown. Let's walk, shall we?
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