Morning comes too quickly and momma comes in to wake us children and tells us to hurry up and get washed and dressed so we can have our breakfast before we go to school. "And Robby, don't forget to brush your teeth and Penny have Jane put a comb through your hair" mom instructs them. And Robby being as feisty as ever adds, "And I don't want any sticky old oatmeal again for breakfast this morning." "Oh hush," I tell him, It's good for you." "It sticks to your ribs and keeps you warm." He's not convinced and answers me back, "Well I'm not eating any of it". "Well good then, go to school hungry, " I tell him because that's all we have". "Momma says to to me, "help them will you Jane, so they don't miss the school bus." "Yes momma" I tell her, " I will," and in the mean time I try to get myself washed and dressed for school also. I walk Robby and Penny to the end of the driveway and make sure they get on the school bus safely. I wave good-bye to them and tell them to have a good day at school. I have another 45 minutes before my bus comes, so I turn and head back up to the house. I see momma going to the chicken coop to the collect the eggs and poppa is going to the barn with Dusty trailing behind him. I walk up to the barn and then as I near it, I hear poppa talking to someone in there. I draw up a little closer to see who it is he's carrying this conversation on with. I peek inside, hoping he doesn't see me spying on him. Poppa's lifting the hay with the pitchfork to add warmth to the stalls where the three cows we own call home. He leads old Nellie out and pulls up a stool next to her getting ready to milk her. Dusty is whining and barking with his tail wagging happily behind him as he follows my father around as he usually does when poppa is doing his chores. He's carrying his big ball in his mouth with all the teeth marks in it and drops it eagerly at poppa's feet. He looks at him and while barking at poppa, he pushes the ball with his big black nose towards my father to tempt him to throw it for him. When my father ignores him, he whines some more. Poppa says to him, "Oh hush Dusty, you sound like an old nagging woman, I tell you right now". "What do you think I have to do all day is play with you?" "The trouble with you is you never learned how to earn your keep around here." "You're nothing but a spoiled brat," poppa scolds him. "But all of that's going to chance soon," he tells the dog who sits there with a quizzical look on his face as poppa goes on. "Yes sir, all that's going to chance soon," he says again. He points a finger at the dog and says, "you will learn what real hard labor is and you'll earn your keep all right, Mister big shot," he lectures him. Dusty whimpers and lays down next to poppa with his head between his two front paws and his big black eyes looking up at my father as he continues his conversation with the dog. "Yes sir, hard labor never hurt anybody," he goes on. "You think you're a big strong boy now, you just wait until old man Harkins gets you". "Then you'll appreciate how easy you had it around here," he tells him with authority. "Yup, things are certainly going to be changing around here, I can assure you of that." Dusty takes another look at poppa, and rolls on his side looking for his belly to be scratched. Poppa stops what he's doing and before he realizes it, he starts to scratch and pet Dusty forgetting he's milking Nellie. He has a captured audience with Dusty as he continues his storytelling. "I'll tell you when I was a young boy, my daddy had me running the whole farm by the time I was 12". "No lazy keepers in my dads house," he tells Dusty. "And the old mutt that we had slept outside all year round." Daddy didn't want any flea bitten dogs in the house," I can tell you that much." "He didn't lay in front of the fireplace like someone I know does," he says looking down at the big guy. Dusty licks poppa's hand to let him know he's still listening to his ramblings. "Now don't get me wrong Dusty," poppa continues. "You've always been a good dog and never gave us any trouble." "Heck, you were born in my hands, the night your poor mother Gretchen died giving birth to you." "You've been there protecting and playing with my children ever since you could wobble up on those strong legs of yours". "But you've got to understand Dusty, why I have to do what I have to do my boy" It's because of my young ones that depend on me to support them and feed them." "That's the only reason I'm selling you to old Mr. Harkins," he tells the dog. Dusty whines and whines some more as if he understands what poppa is saying to him. "Darn Dusty, he says, "Don't do this to me", as he wraps his arms around the big dog who is sitting up next to him by now. "I love you too my boy." "I really do," he says wiping the tears away from his eyes. "I don't want to have to sell you," he cries. Just then momma sees me peeking in the barn and says, "Jane what are you doing standing out here in the cold?" Poppa hears our voices and with that, the bond that just happened between the man and his dog is broken and poppa quickly turns away and starts milking old Nellie again. Momma's in the house knitting new gloves for Robby and Penny's hands to keep them warm from this brutal winter weather we're having this year. The children are playing a new board game and poppa is reading his "Farmer's Almanac" magazine. I'm listening to the old second hand radio poppa picked up for me that only plays four stations but it's playing beautiful Christmas music. Poppa cut down a small evergreen tree yesterday from the back woods and last night we all decorated it like we do every year with old Christmas remnants from years gone by. Momma and I hum along to one of the Christmas carols and all seems well in our little cabin on Christmas Day. We can't afford a turkey for dinner, but momma's cooking a meat loaf in the oven that she made into the shape of a turkey. Poppa interrupts our merriment and says, "I saw Mr. Harkins two days ago in the village." "He says he'd like to pay us a visit some time this week." "Is that okay Mildred?," poppa asks momma. Robby pipes in now and says "I don't like grumpy old Mr. Harkins, poppa". "Me neither" says Penny in her little squeaky voice. "What's he doing wanting to come here for anyway?" Robby asks. Poppa says, "Oh he's just coming by to wish us a happy holiday and to give us some of that spiked rum he makes". "Yuk," Robby says. "That stuffs nasty". "Well it's not meant for children anyway," he tells Robby. "And don't you be so fresh young man," he warns him. "In my day, children didn't speak until they were spoken to", he scolds him. "You better learn your place young man," he cautions him. "Do you understand me boy?", poppa asks, looking for an answer. "Yes sir, poppa, I'm sorry Robby says. With that Penny sticks her tongue out at Robby and poppa says, "and that goes for you too young lady, do you hear me?" Robby covers his hands over his mouth to conceal his giggle as it's Penny's turn to take a scolding from poppa. Penny's bottom lip starts to quiver and says, "yes poppa, but Robby started it." Momma, being momma knows this is a good time to interrupt and say, "who wants some nice warm apple cider?" Everyone chimes in, "we do". ============================================================================ POST is Copyrighted 2005. All material remains the property of the original author and of GSD Communication, Inc. NO REPRODUCTIONS or FORWARDS of any kind are permitted without prior permission of the original author AND of the Showgsd-l Management. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 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