Little Hole By Railroad Tracks
Many years ago walking down
railroad tracks with my old dog shep.
We always passed by this old hole
next to tracks that laid over a little
bed of water.
One day shep got to close,
and slid down toward hole,
he was stuck real tight,
I went home to get a rope,
when I got back, he was no where
to be found, after looking all over
for him, I went home and there he
was on front porch, like nothing had
happened, looking at me and wagging his
bushy tail, as I got down to his level, kisses is
what I got from this fine dog, don't know
to this day how he got home without me
seeing him, but that was shep for you.
We had many adventures, this was just one of
them.
Written 8-7-11
This really happened in Grinnell Iowa around 1953 or 1954
Copyright © James Foulk | Year Posted 2011
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