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May 15
2008
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Bingo, a boy and his PalPosted by Larry Hobson in dogs |
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Bingo seemed to take a liking to me and would go everywhere I would go, he was my shadow. He wouldn’t follow unless he was invited when I left the yard, but he would stand right out at the edge waiting on that call he loved to hear the most, here Bingo and off he went just as fast as his legs would take him.
He would always be there, right by my side through rain or snow Bingo was there.
After watching the western shows on TV, Bingo would sometimes ask to be the horse that pulled the wagon that made up the only wagon in our newly formed wagon train .Sometimes when I would find myself shot from one of those Indian arrows, just play like arrows that just happened to be shot from that play like Indian friend of mind, old Bingo would end up standing by his master’s side licking my face to help heal my wounds.