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Little Guy Wins The Day



One day Little Guy, Sunshine and Miss Ladybug were outside in the sun. Grandaddy was in the shop and Mama was working too. Little Guy was still mostly a puppy and he really wanted to play. He was trying to convince his sisters to run around with him. They were thinking about it.

Suddenly, the neighbor's dog started running through the pasture toward the house. Uh-oh. Little Guy knew that dog wasn't coming to play. He'd heard Mama talk about how vicious the dog was. That dog was coming to fight! This was not going to be good.

Mama spied the dog and came running from the shop. She yelled for her babies to get into the house -- NOW! Sunshine and Miss Ladybug complied. Little Guy thought about it. He did. But he just couldn't leave his Mama outside with that mean ol' dog.

While Mama herded the girls into the house, Little Guy turned and headed toward the gate. He slipped between the gate and post and caught the dog just before he reached the gate. Little Guy grabbed hold of the dog's back leg and held on.

The dog tried everything to get rid of  Little Guy. He snapped at Little Guy's tail. He tried to shake Little Guy loose. Nothing worked. Little Guy refused to let go. He wasn't going to let that dog get his Mama!

Then Grandaddy came through the gate. He had a big stick. He hit the dog once. Then twice. Finally, the dog turned and headed back toward his own house. Little Guy finally let go. He stood next to Grandaddy and watched the dog run away.

Mama ran through the gate, grabbed Little Guy up in her arms and turned toward the house.

"He's covered in blood," she screamed. "We've got to get him to the hospital."

Grandaddy hurried after her. "I don't think it's his blood," he told Mama.

"How can it not be his blood? Did you see the size of that dog? He's more than three times the size of Little Guy! Look at all this blood!"

Mama sat her baby down by the sink, grabbed a towel and washcloth, and started cleaning him up. Little Guy stood there without saying a word. Sometimes it's just better to keep quiet when your Mama is hysterical.

Sure enough, Mama didn't find any marks on her baby boy. He didn't have a cut, scrape or bite mark.
All the blood came from the other dog.

Grandaddy chuckled. "Little Guy grabbed hold of that dog's hind leg and held on. The dog couldn't get him and he couldn't shake him loose either. Pretty smart, if you ask me."

Mama gathered Little Guy close. "I was so scared, Little Guy. You could have been hurt or killed. Don't ever, ever do that again. Next time you mind your Mama and get to safety. You hear me?"

Little Guy nodded. "Yes, Mama," he said.

He went meekly into the house, sat down next to his sisters and smiled. Boy, did he have a story to tell!

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