The Other Stray Hound

Mr. Big Food found her.

I’ve been so preoccupied with tailgate s*^t that I forgot to mention this.

Mr. Big Food radioed me that he’d found the white hound in the Southwest Pasture and I drove down and then walked down and walked her back to the truck.

She was in a sorry state, poor thing.

I had to lift her into the truck.

I called. They came. 

“Hey, Missy!”

“Yes, Marica. We know. We’re ever so lucky. We love you!”


“Now, can we go back to sleep?”


“G’night y’all.”