John had named the pup Nobody. He was half Pit Bull and half Catahoula. He was out of Three Toes, a Pit Bull and Gracious Lady, the Catahoula that shepherded the Angus cattle on the Big Creek Cattle Farm. He acquired his name because he was so mean that nobody would mess with him.
John needed to find a home for Nobody because he had started chasing the neighbor’s chickens. Mr. Singleton had said he would shoot the overgrown pup if John did not keep him away from the chicken house.
“How can a neighbor say such a thing to a young boy?” John’s mother wondered. She rarely ever faced life with any sense of reality. She lived in a dream world where only love, happiness, and good will existed and she tried hard to steer her two sons, John and Brady, away from conflict and violence.
“Hey, Mom,” John called, that morning as his mother was making pancakes for breakfast. “I’ve found somebody who wants Nobody!”
“Oh, I’m glad, John. It really is best to give the dog away. We can’t have him chasing the neighbor’s chickens.”
“”No! No! I don’t want to give Nobody away,” Brady cried.
“He will have a good home, Brady.” John turned to his little brother. “He’s going with a rancher who lives down by the river. He has lots of fields and woods and no chickens.”
“Can we go see him again?” Brady asked.
John looked at his mother. She took Brady by the hand, and she placed her other hand on John’s shoulder. “You boys are growing up,” she said. “I’m proud of you and just look at Nobody. I’m proud of him, too. He will make a very good watch dog for the rancher.”
“I’m glad we found somebody to like Nobody,” John said.
“I always liked Nobody,” Brady said. John and Mother smiled.
© 2013 Freeda Baker Nichols