Clifford, Bufford and I
Now lets see here, it all started oneday when my brother Clifford came by with his new pick-me-up-truck and asked if I wanted a ride. I said sure, but right now I'm walking Bufford, well leave him here my brother replied, I told him I couldn't do that, that the dog could run beside us. No way my brother said, I told him He will keep up, my brother looked at me and said hey look-e here when I leave your drive way and get on that here road, I'm going to be doing 25 mph. and when I get to the end at that stop sign and make that right turn I'll be doing 45mph and when I get to the hiway 65 mph. I told him lets go, so I got in the truck with him and we took off. Where's the dog he asked, I told him right here beside the truck, no way he said, when we stoped at the stop sign there was the dog sitting right beside the truck Then we made a right turn and started down the road again doing 45 mph, he ask where's the dog, beside the truck, no way, yes sir. Then we pulled onto the highway doing 65 where's the dog beside the truck, no way were doing 65 mph, there's no way, Then he speed-it-up a little bit to 95 mph, then all of a sudden he slams on the brakes and gets out off the car and gos to my side of the truck and there he be ... my dog. Man that's one fast dog you got there little brother, but what is that sticking out of his mouth, Oh that's his tail, he's never had to stop that fast before. Submitted by: Carl
Originally published November 14, 2002.
