My stepfather, Bob, lives on the outskirts of a small town just miles from the La Texas border. He has horses and cows and has had lots of dogs. He even adopted this pot belly pig that wandered up one day. I guess someone decided they didn’t want that pet anymore. My nephew named that pig, Pork Chop.
Bob never bought a dog, not that I knew of, but these strays just kept showing up. They were usually dogs no one else wanted and for good reason. None of them were normal. He named them very original names like Lady Girl, Brownie, Spot and Baby. His favorite was old Bullet. Bullet certainly was a dog no one but my SF could love. He bit just about everyone in town and most people who came from out of town to visit. I think Bob was actually proud of that, maybe because he also wanted to bite people but couldn’t.
Old Bullet got my brother in law when he came down from the PNW to visit. He still wears the evidence of that bite on his leg. Mom frequently threatened to kill old Bullet. I think the highlight of her illness was when old Bullet met his demise. I’m not sure if she had anything to do with it but could be. She certainly didn’t want old Bullet to outlive her.
Old Bullet never bit me but he came close one day. I was standing at this garden fence jawing with one of the farm hands when old Bullet spotted me. It was a cold day and I was wearing this puffy, pink, ski type jacket and I guess it served as a disguise. Bullet was standing a far piece away when he saw me. I saw him come tearing around the garden, headed my way. He had a vicious look on his face. He must have thought I was some new meat in the neighborhood. Something he hadn’t sampled yet.
When I saw old Bullet headed my way, I froze with fear. Just as he came around the corner of the fence, he finally recognized me. Whew! He stopped dead in his tracks and a silly grin came over his face. I could almost hear his embarrassed laughter. Yuk, Yuk, Yuk. I wonder if he could smell what I had just done.
My SF buried old Bullet in the garden. That dog finally found something he was good at….fertilizer. RIP.
No pic of old Bullet but here's one of Pork Chop.