When Travis first told me he had eleven or twelve “Dawgs “ I had to ask,
“ How do ya remember all their names Travis ?” causing me to receive the upraised eye brow usually reserved for only the truly ignorant as only a Yankee could be….
“ Names ??….ye don’t name Dawgs “….and so one Friday Travis had made arrangements with the boss to have Friday off so’s he could go huntin. Naturally enough Travis would have to stop by the job first as he needed his pay check in order to afford the copious amounts of Bud Lite a days hunting required for success . Well he showed up in his girlfriends near beat to death Toyota Celica of truly vintage proportions and as he stood waiting for the bossman to bring out the check someone asked…..
“ What’s that noise coming out of the trunk of the car Travis?”….
“ Oh…at’s just a couple of the dawgs “
“ Do they like riding in the trunk Travis….?
“ Well they ain’t ridin up front with me….sides, they don’t mind much. They get in the trunk an they know they goin huntin.” I found it interesting to learn that once in the bush, and I mean out where the palmettos go forever, one of the dogs just simply and calmly walked away. Never to return to trunk rides or any thing else related to Travis. And if not for the fact of a misfired rifle Travis would have……
“ Shot that ungrateful sonofabitch to death ”
