WHO OWNS WHO?
By; Speaker Gerald A. Polley
Continuing about dogs, I often think their
intelligence is greatly underestimated, and I often wonder
exactly who owns who! A good example is Trowlfas, a big,
slobbering St. Bernard owned by one of the more well-to-do
families in town that I often did work for.
Whenever I arrived Trowlfas would greet me, watch me set up and
then when he was satisfied I knew what I was doing he'd go off to
other duties. But this dog was the most amazing babysitter
I ever saw! The lady of the house would bring the youngest
out to the yard, plop him down in the middle of it, and say
"Trowlfas, keep!" then go about her business.
The child would get up and immediately head for the gate.
Trowlfas would trot behind, wait for the child to get almost to
the gate, then grab it gently, by the back of the coat, bring it
back to the middle of the yard, and deposit him there. The
kid would immediately get up and head for the gate again, and the
process would be repeated.
Finally the child would head for the toy box instead of the gate,
and Trowlfas would keep his place.
"How did you ever teach him to do that?" I asked.
"He just started DOING it," the mother explained,
"with the first one! And he's done it with all the
others."
"Absolutely amazing!" I commented.
Trowlfas was also very particular who he'd let in the yard.
There were several undesirables that roamed the streets, far less
than we have today, who he made it very clear to they were NOT to
come on the property. Other visitors, however, were
cordially welcomed. He even had a series of barks that
announced who was coming. I heard him barking one day and
the lady of the house moaned "Oh no! The Jehova's
witnesses!"
Sure enough, that's who it was!
Another day she remarked, "Oh, the mailman!" and
hurried off.
"You know," I thought to myself, "Trowlfas has her
well trained!"
The cutest thing with Trowlfas though, was his riding cart.
His master had made a harness for him, and, a cart, very similar
to the kind they use in harness racing. Every Saturday
morning he'd harness Trowlfas up. The children in the area
would appear, and Trowlfas would happily pull them around the
yard, sometimes doing tricks. He would exhaust himself, but
be just as happy as he could be!
The last time I saw Trowlfas he had gotten very old, and could
not do this any more. but he now had an apprentice that he
was training to take his duties.
I was very sad to hear that the old boy had died at the ripe old
age of 17! There are people that do not believe animals go
to The Spirit Realm, they are totally WRONG! I'm sure
Trowlfas made someone just as happy There, as he did in the
material world. Such a great Soul HAD to be rewarded!
THE END