A Little Dog Tale, As Told By An Older Gentleman

“I went into a grocery store to buy a bag of beets. I had to buy them there, you see, it’s the only thing he eats.” “Who is this ‘he’ of whom you speak?” was my quick reply. “Why, don’t you know my little dog, who’s standing there, nearby.” “A clever thing, ‘he’ caught a bear, just yesterday I think” “He chased him first, then nabbed him, quicker than a wink”. “How can a tiny dog”, said I, “catch a giant bear?” “Quite simply” was the answer, “he grabbed him by the hair.” “Oh, that explains the puzzle, then, I thought it would be harder, That he would need some kind of bait, like something from the larder.” “No, he is strong for one his size, but really not too bright. He wouldn’t have thought to bring such help in the middle of the night”. “So it was dark then” said I, “I’m surprised that he could see”. “I held a light for him”, he said, “he depends on that from me.” “You held a light so a little dog could grab him by the hair? What would have happened, do you think, if you had not been there?” “Nothing much, I think, the two would have simply waited, Until the morning light arrived and the darkness dissipated.” “The bear seems very docile to allow a dog to catch him. Instead of simply eating him or in another way to vex him. “By Jove, you may be right, you see, I sometimes get confused, And think something has happened when I’m simply just bemused”. Perhaps it wasn’t late last night, it may have been this morning. Ofttimes my mind just plays a trick and doesn’t give me warning.” “And maybe It wasn’t a bear he caught, it might have been a mouse. That would be more likely to have been here in the house.” It’s just too bad, it really is, that was such a wondrous story. It would be great to have a dog covered in such glory.