One Nation, Under God
My dog Ace is the middle child.
Seldom the center of attention, Ace is quite comfortable blending into the background.
Except when he barks.
And he barks a lot.
He barks in the morning when I let him out.
He barks when I feed him.
He barks at anyone or anything that walks past his yard in Malta.
He barks when he’s riding in his kennel in the back of the truck and I turn onto a gravel road.
He barks when we drive through town on the return from hunting.
He barks when we’re out hunting and I stop to take a break.
Lately he’s even begun to bark when I simply slow down.
Going on 11, Ace slowed dow...
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