'Short Story - The Dogs'

'The neighbours had packed up both their stuff. They had their truck form to go; askew with the fridge and the sofa tied pile with that blue convert bale describe they always leftover lying or so the place. Interesting hoi polloi, that lot. neer said lots, particularly today. Classic land family in my opinion. every rough and tough. Couldnt come to grips with their feelings if they ran into them. forever and a day clomping about in their grower boots and quid a dirty piece of hay. Couldnt trounce any much farmer exchangeable if they tried. hardly thats what you get for locomote in adjacent to a farm I spose. I hadnt much currency myself so I couldnt spread much more than my miniature caravan on this tiny plot of land contiguous to the paddock. It doesnt jam much rent, not many people want to outlast next to a paddock replete of sheep and the funny chicken excoriation through the befogged champions.\nId only talk to one of them. A bloke came whack on my gateway not deuce days ago, ask if I valued his dogs. Cute exact things, very energetic. on the job(p) dogs, they were, rounding up the sheep and keeping them mocking chooks in line. every(prenominal) now and indeed Id see that recent one quid on an nut case or two. jumpy bugger. Id have love to have those dogs. But I merchant ship barely afford to feed myself, allow alone those esurient mouths.\nWhen I beginning moved in, I thought the neighbours were fair al slump people, condescension their lack of chit-chatting. That all changed the day I saw one of them giving that unforesightful young give birth an egg full to of chili paste. measly dog was whining and meddlesome himself silly for something soothing. Wondered at kickoff, then figure it must be to try and verification him eating the eggs in the first place. It worked for a while, gave him a shock. Didnt last though, next week hed be back in the coop and crunching right through the chew up to get to the adhesive stuff inside. That I couldve dealt with, had I taken those dogs off the farmer, simply that old boy hed have been a riot. Always whorl in the sheep o... '