Fuzzy

People often left their unwanted pets near our house, off a rather isolated country road. I must have been about 8 years, and my brother about 5, when Fuzzy first appeared. We were playing on some long abandoned lumber. He immediately began 'speaking' with us using an assortment of short barks and growls, and since we were lonely, country kids with few friends and relations, we begged our parents to let us keep him. We named him 'Fuzzy, ' with his tangled mass of black, gray and white fur. He became our constant companion. dark of the moon glow of yellow eyes along the dirt road