Me and My One Dollar Junk Yard Dog

Driving out to the country, dirt roads wind until we arrive at our destination. We pull up the drive and see a house in front of us. On our left and right however are tons of scrap metal and broken down cars; a little skeptical the car goes into park and I get out. As the car door opens at least five dogs come barreling towards me. Mutts of all design, small, medium and one goliath like monster; all varying in color and stature some more friendly than others. I step out of the car but leave two friends who have let goliath intimidate them into staying safe inside their metal cage. “Hey, how yall doin? He won’t ert ya! The pups are or’ there, we gotta keep um’ pinned up so they don’t get runned over.”
…I walk up to what appears to be a metal museum with scraps and broken down cars abounding. But unlike most junkyards this one is full of large-bouncy pups!

“That ones reel good, he gives ya lots a kisses!” A little boy (later to find out his name is John-Michael) climbs up on the fence and starts telling me all about the puppies and which pups he intends on keeping. “I want that one, so you can’t buy um’… ok”. I assure him that I will not.

One pup catches my eye… He’s put off by all the hustle and bustle and retires under a broken down car. “That’n is Striper Jr.” John-Michael informs us (As my friends have now decided to brave the chaos of dogs.) The boys mother instructs him to get the puppy and bring him to me. “You can have him for a dollar…” John-Michael, a natural salesmen tells me. His mother quickly reprimands him and insisted that the pups are free.

A scrawny big-footed pup is placed in my arms. Striper Jr, a belly full and legs draped across my arms he struggles to return to the pack then relaxes.

Arms full with an old towell and big puppy in my arms, we walk to the car. John-Michael‘s mother calls out a warning… I ain’t sure how he‘ll do, “He never been in a car afore”… And what would you know that towel came in handy has little Striper Jr, or as I call my clumsy big-foot “Moose” lost his lunch just a few miles down that dirt road.

So this begins our adventure~
Me and My One Dollar Junk Yard Dog
Thanks Bekah and Dionn for being there...
and letting Moose ride in your pretty new car!