Native English Speaker; Stage acting and singing; Baritone/tenor voice
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buddy. The Wisconsin farm dog by Christine Oswald. Read by steve Oswald part one. Chapter one. Oh daddy! What are we going to do, Abby's so sad she won't eat or drink, she won't play with me. I think she misses Reggie so bad. The tow headed little girl gazed down on her creamy dog sadly gripping her father's hand. Normally the large white dog would be sitting attentively at the child's side, paying attention to every move, anxious to sneak in a wet, sloppy kiss on that soft cheek. Now there was no spark in the dog's eyes lying on the dirt floor of the barn, head on, pause, clearly dejected and bereft the man's side and ran his free hand through his hair. The family had always had two dogs for pets and working dogs on the farm, loving the family and helping care for and guard the livestock. But Reggie, the black labrador had become ill and the veterinarian couldn't save him from the cancer that had overtaken the young dog. Suddenly two inseparable dogs were now just one and that one was not doing well. Abby was usually energetic, typical for a white german shepherd breed with a wonderful zest for life since Reggie's death. She had entered such a depression that Henry feared they would lose her soon as well if something didn't change. The Children had tried tempting their friend with every tasty treat she usually loved with all the favorite games with a great deal of time and attention all to no avail. The little girl tugged on her father's hand and peered up intently into his face. Danny. I think she's lonely, Lonely for a dog friend were her friends, but it's not the same. I think in Hannah's little world, the world of the family farm, the five year old saw her burly strong father as the man who fixed everything from the tractors to the fences, sick livestock, the house, the well, everything. Daddy always knew how to fix things, at least in the child's mind at times he felt the pressure to live up to this as a task. He needed help in this situation was one of them to have a healthy dog. Just simply give up was not something he'd ever faced before. The vet had done a full medical work up and the dog was physically fine. Even the vet had hinted that the dog was grieving intensely in a way many dogs didn't Well, honey, I'm just not sure Henry spoke slowly. I suppose she could be said that Reggie is gone. I don't know what she would think about a different dog, though. She may not be interested or she might get angry. I'm not sure, you know that we need our dogs to be our helpers, not just fancy pets. We have to be practical and need our dogs to work with us. The sudden change in the dog had him quite concerned as much as he tried to sound like a no nonsense farmer. He had a huge soft spot in him, particularly for all the creatures in his care. Can't we try something? The little eyes were swimming with tears that threatened to spill over onto her cheeks. Let's talk to mom and see about a trip to the pound to see if they have any dogs that might meet our needs just to see. And then we can think about how to figure this out. Maybe abby doesn't need a friend, but we also have to be sure that she wants a friend. He knew he would try anything, especially for his little girl, already mentally rearranging the day's chores in order to free up time to go to town. The trip to town didn't take long.