Shailoh Hills

"Just a Stockdog Story" ~by Gary Bogy~

"Do you remember when I was just a little 
   tyke, and you bought that new colt named Ike? 
   He was the color of new fallen snow, 
   I ran right down to say hello. 
   Then he kicked a mighty blow, he nearly hit me, 
 but I ducked low. 

   I got mad and heeled him hard, 
   we fought all over the yard. 
   And when the storm's end was near, 
   you were pullin' on my ear. 
   Then I knew I done wrong, 
   and sang out a sad song. 

   You said it would be all right, 
   it was just a kid fight. 
  Back then you were just the boss, 
   to a young pup and a green broke hoss. 
   We made the rounds the three of us, 
   gathered stock and lots of dust. 

   That was how it all began, 
   we all became working friends. 
   Remember that steer we penned out west, 
   his horns were longer than the rest. 
  He was aiming to run me through, 
   if it had not been for Ike and you. 

   Dropped a loop around his neck, 
   then I really gave him heck. 
   Then you met that darned old girl, 
   left me and Ike in a swirl. 
  We could not find you for a while, 
  then you brought her home with a smile. 

   She was really neat, 
   I loved to lay there by her feet. 
   One day we got a place of our own, 
   you and her called it home. 
   You remember that brindle bull named Prince, 
   he had you pinned against the fence. 

I told him to let you go and bit him very hard, 
   he must have kicked me from the yard. 
  Now I found a place to rest, 
   like those mountain meadows out west. 
   But the flowers here stay year round, 
   and nobody ever mentions a dog pound. 

   All the animals here are friends, 
   it's the way it should have been. 
   I sure missed you here at first, 
   and knew it could get no worse. 
   They say it never, never ends, 
   and I keep making more good friends. 

  I wanted you to know I am okay, 
   and I hope to see you here some day."

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