Another Paw at the Poker Table, by John Ott, Lawman
John Ott, here. Pitiful, just pitiful. No, not the sorry kibble I am reduced to being grateful to eat. An old gentleman down in central south Texas. His name is Sebastian. And his folks turned him into die. They wrote down, even spoke the words, 'We are done with this dog.' Sorry sheepherders they must have been. Tonight the old dog is huddled in a cement run, waiting for God. Tomorrow God will will send a rescue and he will begin to travel the trail north. His hearing is gone, and his eyes are dim. My foster mom wants him to have a new hand of cards, so he is coming here. I guess a night's work of cleaning this line shack and we can hang a new bunk for Sebastian. Sebastian, left to die, because he was old.