"Ordinarily,
I'm not tempted by sweets. I've always figgered that too much sweets
makes a dog soft. It ain't the hardship that ruins a good dog; it's
the easy life.
On the other
hand, we don't often get recognition in this line of work. We don't
demand it, we don't expect it, we go on and do our job without it.
But when it comes, a guy kind of hates to turn it down.
Here was this
little fellow, offering me a small reward for a job well done. What
could I do? I licked the icing off his finger. He got some more and,
well, I took that too. Pretty good stuff. He kept dipping and I kept
licking.
He really
got a kick out of that. He was laughing and squealing and having a
wonderful time....
I took a bite
and he took a bite. Me and Little Alfred had become the best of friends,
is what happened. It was one of them unexpected magic moments when
two of God's creatures sit down and share some of the good things
in this life: friendship and cake....
Seems to me
Little Alfred was working awful hard, digging that cake out with his
hand and feeding me every bite, so I scootched a little closer to
the box and showed him how to eat cake with no hands: just by George
stick your face into it and go to lickin' and chewin'.
He loved that!
And let me tell you, the kid was good at it. Well, we had our faces
stuck in the cake and had just about ate the west side out of it,
when all at once..."
From Hank the
Cowdog #5: Faded Love
Illustration by Gerald Holmes from #5: Faded Love.