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Book I Clance The Wonder Dog The Greatest Dog On Earth My Formative Years or How I Earned My Name
Chapter III Morning came early in the big red house and with it I learned a new routine. Bubba would fix me breakfast while he was waiting for his coffee to brew. Then after I ate we go downstairs and get some worms out of the refrigerator. Bubba picks up a long pole and we go outside, down the hill and out to the dock. Then Bubba sits down set’s his coffee to the side and while he stabs one of those worms with a hook he always tells me “Clance you have to remember the first rule of fishing is DON”T SPILL BUBBA'S COFFEE”. I try to remember that rule but some things just can’t be helped. Like when there’s big fish at the end of the string on Bubba’s pole and all that stands between that fish and me is Bubba’s coffee. Something’s gonna be sacrificed because I’m gonna get that fish, sometimes it’s Bubba’s coffee. Bubba’s a good sport and usually just laughs and says, “I guess we’ll have to brew more”. Even the time I knocked his
favorite fishing pole in the lake and Bubba had to dive across the boatlift to
grab it before it sank. Bubba just looked up at me with blood oozing from his
chest and laughingly said “I bet you thought that one was going to get
away”. Bubba say’s I’m a great fish hound. I can hear a fishing real clicking from fifty yards away and I can be by Bubba’s side before he even sets the hook. Fishing is great fun. Bubba always lets me play with the fish he’s going to throw back. He takes them off the hook, drops them on the dock or the bottom of the boat and I chase them as they flop around before he either kicks or throws them back in the lake. Sometimes I grab them before Bubba gets a chance to kick them back and I run off the dock into the yard with a little snack. Fresh sunfish, umm, umm good! Then there are the big old lunker bass and catfish Bubba catches,
some of these are bigger than me. To tell the truth I don’t know what to do
with them. They’re too big to drag into the yard and after breakfast I don’t
have an appetite for anything so large. I give them a sniff lick them a
bit and Bubba puts them in a cage tied to the dock and drops it back in the
lake. He cooks them for lunch and sometimes shares with me. After we spend the morning fishing, Bubba takes me and what ever other dogs that want to go along for a walk up to the general store; Pier 11. We get a newspaper some snacks and any other supplies we may need for the day. Bubba talks to the owner of the store for a while. They tell jokes, praise us dogs and fill each other in on the local news. Then we head back down to the big red house and begin our daily chores. I should say Bubba begins his daily chores. I’m not much for work so I go in and wake up Mama and keep her company while she has her breakfast and coffee and reads the newspaper. One
morning after coming back from the general store there was a lot of unusual
activity. It seemed everyone except for Mamma, Papa and Bubba were stowing
things away in bags and carrying them out to cars. Soon Mama, Papa, Bubba and me
were standing out on the driveway waving good-bye to Sandy and all my other
buddies as they drove away. It was a long time before I saw any of them again. |
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