I pulled into their driveway, and I stepped out of my truck. Old Copper took one look at me. I was a sitting duck!
Most of the time a dog will bark, but seldom will he bite. I figured I was safe enough. Sure wish that I’d been right.
I eased my way up to the porch. That dog did not approve. I’d worn out my short welcome. That’s when Copper made his move.
His growlin’ mouth was open wide. He bolted straight at me. No wonder they’re called canines, ‘cuz that’s all that I could see.
I never was a track star and I’m only five foot three. But I made a beeline for the truck. You should have seen me flee!
Old Copper caught me ‘bout midway, chomped down on my left shoe. There went my birthday present! And those shoes were danged near new!
My father’d taught me, “When you’re scared your courage will unfurl.” I guess I didn’t listen. I was screaming like a girl.
I’d almost reached my pickup, say within a foot or two. That’s when I finally noticed that old Copper had my shoe.
That canine tore my shoe apart into a fabric clump. But I really should feel lucky ‘cuz it could have been my rump.
When Copper had enough of tearing up my brand new shoe, he set it down next to the truck to see what I would do.
I remembered Grandma’s old-time phrase. “Once bitten, be twice shy.” But I never thought I’d see the day when I would be that guy.
My grandma gave me sound advice. That day I did take heed. That’s why I stayed there in the truck. My safety, guaranteed.
So I yelled goodbye to Copper, “You can have my torn-up shoe. I really hope you choke and you can go to Timbuktoo!”
I raced on out their driveway using cuss words on the fly. And if I see that dog again, I’ll just keep driving by.