there is an old joke. what did the indian say when his dog died? answer: dog gone. guess that aint funny when your dog dies. one of our red heelers died a few days ago. she was the companion to konugish.
those dogs followed me every where–when I walked, went hunting, picked nenwezhek or mushrooms and even to the mailbox. or when I went to feed chickens or get the eggs. I walked a lot of miles with them by my side.
we always treat our dogs good. we give them a home and take care of their needs. we would never hit them or be mean to them. in return they give us their loyalty. some people teased me about my “fat dogs”. I say that there are plenty of dogs in this world that go hungry. but mine never will.
I will miss that dog. I probably will get another to keep konugish company in his remaining years. I had him a coupla years longer than the one I lost. I had plenty of dogs while living here the past 30 some years. they keep me company too. they greet me when I get home from going some where.
theres an old story about the time raccoon and dog got into a fight. it was over who would get to be the one that indians depended on. the dog won. so hes the one that helps us.
once one of my dogs left. it never came back. an old indian said maybe it took away sickness or something meant for one of us. it took it and carried it away so it wouldn’t harm us.
tomorrow is the fall equinox. basically that means that night and day are of equal length. on this day supposedly you can stand an egg up. I haven’t tried that and really have no desire to. I would rather eat the egg for breakfast.
it is now fall. can’t tell that by all the green we see in the grass and trees. it is staying green much longer that other years. leaves aren’t turning brown or dropping either.
once the leaves fall I will go squirrel hunting. my dog probably wont go with me. squirrels will just hide on the other side of the tree. dogs usually make hunting easier by preventing that.
a good squirrel dog is hard to find. I once had a good one. we were walking on a dry creek bed. a squirrel took off running. my dog chased after it and caught it. he shook the hell out of it and brought it back to me and dropped it at my feet. some don’t believe me when I tell that story. I don’t care. I seen it.
yesterday the jayhawks lost their football game. I listened to most of it on the radio. today I get to watch the chiefs play. might be a bit much if I put my jersey on to watch the game.