to his constant companion and best friend. Clarence rememberedclearly his great sadness and profound guilt. Spot had stopped inthe middle of the road, while he stood terrified on one side andhis equally distraught father on the other. They calledsimultaneously for their endangered dog.
Spot stood there,puzzled at opposing calls from his two masters. The faithful and
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obedient dog ignored the oncoming Model A Ford, filled with acarload of city folk who stopped and feebly commiserated overSpot
s death, then hastily left.His Dad had tried to assure Clarence that Spot
had not beenconfused by their frantic calls but instead, was dutifullywaiting for one last straggling cow to safely cross. Clarence hadwished the cow had been hit instead. A dead cow meant beef onthe table, instead of stringy old hens too old to lay eggs.Times were tough on that small Wisconsin dairy farm, but thefamily always ate from their own, but not too fancy.Dad brought home a new Border Collie pup, from the samefamily that had given them Spot
Clarence never even named him,calling him Pup, Shep or even, just Dog. He too grew to be areliable cow dog, didn
t kill chickens or scare the sheep, butClarence did not share his bed or tell secrets to the new dog.