Murdo Girl…Cars and Cowboys

Arf didn’t understand that his humans were coming to get him and that it would be at least four days before they could get to Miss Bessie’s farm. He just knew that today he was a happy dog. He had won Miss Bessie’s heart and he had a new human to watch over. He didn’t miss his home quite as much.


“We have to go to town today, Arf. How are you at riding in a car? You look like you’re not too sure. I guess we’ll just have to find out won’t we?”

I didn’t have a clue what Miss Bessie was saying, but she was smiling, so it must be something good.

Uh oh, she wants me to get in the car. Should I? I just spent 3 days riding in a truck. I moved to a new place and I didn’t even want to. Maybe Miss Bessie was going to give me to another human. Should I run for it?

“Come Arf. Don’t you want to go for a ride?”

She said come and I know what that means, so I had to obey.

We climbed into the rickety old car that didn’t even have a lid on it, and off we went. I was wishing I had brought my frisbee. I really needed my frisbee. Miss Bessie drove too fast and didn’t stay on the narrow country road very well.

“We’re here,” Miss Bessie announced. “And we made pretty good time. The first stop is the bank, I’ll run in and you can wait here. Next, we’ll go to the General Store. You can go in there with me as long as you’re good.”

“Good morning, Miss Bessie” the clerk behind the counter said. “My you have a big smile on your face. Does that have anything to do with your new friend?”

Miss Bessie told the clerk the whole story and about how Arf had saved the eggs from the skunks.

“I have half of the eggs with me now. I figured the kids would want to get started decorating them for Easter. I’ll bring the other half in two days.”

“You can bring them when you come in for the Easter festival at the church. It’s on the Saturday before Palm Sunday this year. Are you going to enter some of your delicious pies in the contest?”

“Why yes,” Bessie said. “Give me two dozen of those apples please, and Arf here needs some bones.”

I know what a bone is. I even know when humans spell it. It’s b-o-n-e. I know when I hear that, I’m probably going to get a bone.

We left the store and headed back to the farm. On the way, the car made a funny noise and then it quit. Miss Bessie waited a few minutes and tried to start it again.

“It’s deader than a door nail Arf, and we’re too far from town or home to walk.”

We sat there forever. I didn’t know what was going on. I’m just a dog. Why weren’t we going home? Did Miss Bessie want me to get out? No…she just bought me b-o-n-e-s. I decided we needed some help.

Off in the distance, I could see some cows. Then I saw a human riding on a horse. Maybe he could help. I tried to tell Miss Bessie what I was going to do, but I’m just a dog and all I could do was bark once and jump out. I went to get the human to help Miss Bessie.

I hoped I could make him understand. I sure wished I had my frisbee.

I ran and ran and finally caught up with the horse and human. I guess the man was surprised to see me, he stopped and jumped off his horse.

“What are you doing way out here boy? Do you have a tag?”

The human petted me a while and then looked at my tag.

“Unbelievable,” he said. “You’re a long way from home.”

(Next…can Arf make the cowboy understand? Does Miss Bessie know that Arf didn’t run away?)

One thought on “Murdo Girl…Cars and Cowboys

  1. sanjuan831 March 29, 2020 / 10:30 am

    Will Arf learn to retrieve the bones to spell out h e l p in the dirt? Stay tuned. We now will break for a short commercial.


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