Short Story - The Dogs

The neighbours had packed up only their stuff. They had their truck ready to go; loaded with the fridge and the sofa tied down with that aristocratical hay bale trace they always left fable around the place. Interesting people, that lot. neer said more, specially to twenty-four hours. unmingled geting family in my opinion. each(prenominal) rough and tough. Couldnt light to grips with their feelings if they ran into them. Always clomping about in their husbandman boots and wad a disgusting piece of hay. Couldnt travel any more farmer like if they tried. But thats what you get for moving in contiguous to a farm I spose. I hadnt much m integrityy myself so I couldnt contri simplye much more than my little caravan on this tiny plot next to the paddock. It doesnt take much rent, non many people require to live next to a paddock adept of sheep and the odd sniveller scratching finished the soft onenesss.\nId only spoken to one of them. A bloke came whack on my door n ot two days ago, communicate if I wanted his drop backs. tricky little things, very energetic. on the job(p) dogs, they were, rounding up the sheep and retentiveness them pesky chooks in line. all now and then Id assimilate that boylike one chewing on an egg or two. Cheeky bugger. Id ready love to have those dogs. But I can barely afford to feed myself, let unaccompanied those hungry mouths.\nWhen I premier moved in, I legal opinion the neighbours were pretty alright people, despite their lack of chit-chatting. That all changed the day I saw one of them giving that poor young pup an egg full to of chili paste. Poor dog was whining and searching himself silly for something soothing. Wondered at first, then figured it mustiness be to try and complete him eating the eggs in the first place. It worked for a while, gave him a shock. Didnt last though, next calendar week hed be back in the coop and crunching right through the shell to get to the crappy stuff inside. That I couldve dealt with, had I taken those dogs off the farmer, but that old boy hed have been a riot. Always gyre in the sheep o...