Just Three WordsAn old cowboy I know won't hardly talk
Less he's had a drink or two
But I know a story about this old boy
So I'm gonna share it with you.
He was sitting in the back of a pick-up truck
Parked close to the arena gate
He'd come to watch the team roping
(He was too old to participate).
Beside him lay a dingo dog
He had scars all over his head
The movement of his breathing
Was all that showed he wasn't dead.
They'd both worked hard in their time
And most of their jobs were rough
Not an ounce of fat on either one
One look would tell you they're tough.
The old man watched through squinted eyes
His hat was pulled way down low
This was the run he wanted to see
It was his partner's turn to go.
A dude from town came walking by
Straw hat preched high upon his head
He stopped to look at the old cowboy
And the ding that looked like he's dead.
You could tell the dude wanted to talk
For they were an interesting sight
He smiled as he pointed at the dingo and said
"Howdy - Does your dog bite?"
The old cowboy stared straight ahead
For it was his partner's turn to rope
His expression changed not a bit
And all he said was, "Nope."
The dude reached down to pet the dog
As his hand moved there was a growl
And the teeth marks on his hand showed plain
And he let out a painful howl.
"I thought you said he didn't bite!"
this dudes mind was sure in a fog
The old man explained with just three words
"TAINT MY DOG!"
~Bud Stewart~