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Dick Yost & Butch, the Pit Bull

DICK YOST & BUTCH,
the Pit Bull

Merlin Sprague

Published by Merlin Sprague at Smashwords

Copyright 2012 by Merlin Sprague

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DICK YOST & BUTCH, the Pit Bull



The Yost’s family, which lived two doors down from my friend, Paul Weber, had a lawn that was the pride and envy of all Richfield. The Yost’s hovered over this lawn constantly. They watered it thrice weekly.

They applied fertilizer twice each summer. Every fourth day they cut it with one of those old push mowers, the blades of which were kept keen as a razor. Just after dawn each morning Mrs. Yost went out to inspect the lawn for weeds and – worst of all – for dog droppings. The weeds she would pluck herself; no problem. Ah, but as for the dog doo, that was a chore reserved for their son, Dick.

Fastidious woman that she was, Mrs. Yost wouldn’t allow Dick to simply kick the brown masses into the gutter. No indeed; on his mother’s instructions, Dick had to carefully scoop up each pile with a wooden cooking spoon (so as to not damage the grass), plop them into paper bags and deposit the sacks in a small garbage can reserved for this one purpose alone.

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