The Little Dog I Loved, And The Hungry Bum.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
I don't know why on this beautiful morning my mind brings me back to a past memory when I was a child.
I was in elementary school , and times were harsh , and sometimes callous. I made friends with a little stray dog that played with me in the school yard during recess.
Somehow I had some food, and I would feed the little dog that always stayed at school. One day some tattle tales told my school teacher that I was feeding the little dog , so she stood by a door , and told me not to feed him any more.
I was small. I was afraid of getting a beating because in those callous days the principal, an old rough white haired old slug would beat kids harshly with a very thick piece of board as hard as that no good could swing it.
I must have been afraid, but I will never forget the little dog that I was afraid to give food.
Every day I petted my little friend under the school house where it eventually went to rest and slowly die.
In my little simple afraid mind I never told my mama, or my daddy about the little hungry dog. I just kept my mouth shut so I would never get a school beating.
The little dog began to breath harder, and harder every day as each day went by, but I never abandoned him as I always went to pet him under the school house.
One day the little dog no longer had to suffer because it stopped breathing because it died.
Then one day while sitting in class at my school desk I got up to walk to the window , and I saw two boys removing the bones of my little pet dog from under the school house because my school teacher said that there was a smell of a dead animal.
Needless to say I have held that memory in my head all of my life along with other memories in the unpleasant chamber of sorrows in my mind.
When I grew up and became a man I made use of that memory and pledged to myself that I would never in my life ever watch a human, or animal go hungry because of the ignorance of a so called educated person of authority. No one of any position , or merit would ever influence my mind again to ever see terrible results within my power.
When I became a Deputy Sheriff I really enjoyed handcuffing callous people.
One day a really big wheel hotel manager reported to the police that a bum stole some food.
My partner , and I took a stroll that way, in the direction of our hot shot hotel manager who was all pissed off over a stolen lunch by some transient that sat down to eat, and never paid for his food , and left.
After talking to the manager my partner , and I checked out the interstate highway, and sure enough there was the food thief, the man that ate , and left without paying for it.
My partner, and I stepped out of the police car, and we asked the transient to assume a position to be searched so the man put his hands on the hood of our cruiser , and then he spread his legs prior to our arrest. We emptied his pockets , and then placed his belongings on the hood of the cruiser. I informed him of his constitutional rights to have an attorney if he desired one, as I searched him for weapons, for which I found none.
Our transient was placed in the back seat of our cruiser without handcuffs. This of course was not procedure , then of course we advised our dispatcher that we had a subject in custody.
Our next step was to take a little stroll back to see our hotel manager who eye witnessed the transient as the individual that indeed had stolen the plate of food.
Well sure enough our transient was the culprit of that stolen plate of food.
However my partner , and I rewrote the rules. We decided we would not arrest our transient, but instead had decided to take him to a very famous fried chicken restaurant with us where cops were always nicely treated by getting served delicious fried chicken.
I remember asking our transient if he liked original, or crispy chicken. I think he may have said the original kind.
The girls at the restaurant were always swell. In fact they could not keep their paws off my well handsome looking partner who was always saying something flirty, perhaps even a bit sexy, or cute to them just to crack them all up to the point of their laughter.
When he really wanted them to crack up, he would whip out a very large rubber thing that sure as looked like a large male you know what . The chief detective was always chewing my partner out because he said my partner was always thinking with something else other than his brains.
When the girls saw that big rubber thing they ran around the restaurant giggling and stuff.
Well I can only say this. My partner had six divorces. He never could keep anyting in his britches. He was awful about that. He was a big handsome looking guy with thick black hair, and dark eyes , and had a sexy mustache. He was always smiling, and happy , and like myself , never took things too awful serious, not even murder without a making a joke about it.
We loaded up our transient with a large big bucket of chicken, and with a super large drink.
We asked him where would he like us to bring him. He told us to bring him back to the interstate so that is where we brought him.
Well naturally the hotel manager was sore over our decision, but that was the way it turned out.
Nothing went hungry on my watch. I only wish I wasn't such a little kid otherwise I would have fed the little dog at the school house anyway whether the teacher liked it , or not. If I would have just not been so young I would have brought him home , and fed him, and kept him at my daddy, and mamas house. I was scared, and afraid of a beating.
God Bless My little dog wherever he is now, and has been for many long years.
God Bless You.