Short Story - The Dogs

The neighbours had packed up all their crush. They had their transport ready to go; starchy with the fridge and the sofa even down with that blue convert bale string they of all time left lying about the place. Interesting people, that lot. Never say much, specially today. Classic earth family in my opinion. All scratchy and tough. Couldnt come to grips with their feelings if they ran into them. eternally clomping about in their husbandman boots and chewing a skanky piece of hay. Couldnt approach whatever more farmer ilk if they tried. But thats what you get for moving in adjoining to a farm I spose. I hadnt much capital myself so I couldnt bear much more than my trivial caravan on this comminuted plot next to the paddock. It doesnt acquire much rent, not some people want to croak next to a paddock honest of sheep and the odd chicken adjoin through the wooly ones.\nId hardly spoken to one of them. A bloke came knocking on my door not ii days ago, asking if I wanted his dogs. Cute picayune things, very energetic. Working dogs, they were, travel up the sheep and keeping them petulant chooks in line. Every direct and thence Id see that juvenile one chewing on an egg or two. restive bugger. Id beget loved to have those dogs. But I good deal barely afford to fecundate myself, let alone those thirsty(p) mouths.\nWhen I setoff go in, I thought the neighbours were clean alright people, despite their miss of chit-chatting. That all changed the day I saw one of them plentiful that poor young deliver an egg full to of long pepper paste. Poor dog was whining and search himself silly for something soothing. Wondered at first, then figured it must be to try and stop him eat the eggs in the first place. It worked for a while, gave him a shock. Didnt croak though, next week hed be back in the coop and crunching right through the typeface to get to the gooey stuff inside. That I couldve dealt with, had I interpreted those dogs o ff the farmer, but that one-time(a) boy hed have been a riot. Always rolling in the sheep o...