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B the mi xed- breed col lie ju mped up in one ea sy le ap. This would be his ri ding plac e. obbie wa s go ing on vacati on! Just as his favo ri te ma n nis hed secu ring the lu gg age, Let s g o! B obbie seemed to say , wagg ing his stu mpy ta il. On that hot summ er day in 23, he didn t know that he was leavi ng on th e tri p of a life time . Bob bie cou ldn t know that by next year, hej ust a regu lar farm dog fr om Sil vert on, Oreg onw ould be famo us.
Bobbies peopl e were Fr ank and Eliza beth Braz ier an d their daugh ters, L eon a and Nova.
Bobbies peopl e were Fr ank and Eliza beth Braz ier an d their daugh ters, L eon a and Nova.
T wo years ea rlier , Frank had deci ded their far m ne eded a farm dog. He went to the nei ghbor s t o ins pect a new lit ter. There, i n the pile of six -wee k-o ld uf fb alls, one yi pped for Frank s a ttentio n. Some thin g about the pu p was di ffer ent... How bo ut th at? Hes got a bobbed tail! Fran k said , picki ng up the pu ppy . Il l take him.
And t hat s h ow Bob bie got a name and a home.
O n the far m, B obbie was a spun ky pu ppy an d a natu ral he eler, nip ping at the he els of cows, cats , and even peop le, to make them go where he wan ted. But on e time a st ubbor n ho rse kicked back at Bo bbie. E ven wi th a bad cu t above one eye, little Bobbie pester ed tha t hors e into the cor ral. Just mo nths later , Bobbi e had anoth er close call wh en his leg was ru n over b y a tracto r.
That ll leave an other scar , Frank said, as he ge ntly ban daged the wo und.
As soon as he cou ld walk a gain, Bobbi e eage rly went back to work. There was no sto ppin g Bobbi e.
When the Br azie rs deci ded to quit farm ing to ru n a resta urant in tow n, they did n t kn ow wha t to do about Bobbi e. A herdin g dog n eeds to be on a far m, Frank said. But ins ide he was thi nking , How can I sel l my best fri end ? We have to do wha ts best fo r Bob bie, Elizab eth sa id. Th ey decided it was be st to le ave hi m on the farm wit h the new own ers, where he cou ld ru n free and contin ue herdi ng.
Sa ddened, t he fami ly gave Bob bie ex tra pet s, sn acks , and belly r ub s. When they left Bob bie be hind, he was sad , too.
D ays late r, Bobb ie am bled in to the ir resta urant , as if to say , Hey , didn t you f orget s omebod y? He had walked fo r mil es, yet he kn ew ri ght where to go . Aw, Bobbi e, you can t be in here, Frank said a s he stro ked th e dogs head. Peopl e don t wan t fur in their f ood. He took the yo ung dog back to the fa rm.
But a fe w days la ter, Bobbi e was back . We need to ta lk, Elizab eth sa id to Frank . That e venin g, the countr y p eople and th e town peopl e reache d an agr eement: on weekdays , Bobb ie wou ld wo rk on the farm ; on weekend s, he d st ay in tow n. Bobbie agreed, too.
The idea work ed fo r a whil e, but by summer , Frank and Elizab eth mi ssed Bo bbie ter rib ly. fo r thr ee time s mor e tha n they d sol d him for . fo r thr ee time s mor e tha n they d sol d him for .
When Augu st roll ed arou nd, th ey pla nned a tri p back t o thei r old hom etown . With Bo bbie, of course . The tri p fro m Sil vert on, Ore gon, t o Wo lcott, I ndiana , was 2,55 miles day s and da ys of dri vi ng on un paved au to tr ails. Bobbie was in do g heave n. From hi s perch, he scan ned th e hori zon like a ki ng ins pecting his d oma in. OR ID WY NE Ia IL IN
I n 19 23, there we re no hi ghways .
The dir t road s were du sty , narow , and bum py , and ca rs mov ed a lot slower . Often the Brazi ers car was the onl y one ar ound. Throug h the lo ng days , Bob bie enter taine d hims elf. If he spotte d a rabbi t, he la unched off th e car an d raced af ter it. Someti mes an hour wo uld pas s befo re he re turn ed to th e road.
Bobbi e sure ma kes a lo ng tri p mor e fun, do esn t he ? Frank said.
Bobbi e sure ma kes a lo ng tri p mor e fun, do esn t he ? Frank said.
Eliza beth smiled and no dded. The Braz iers never wo rr ied . No ma tter how far away the ir dog ran, no m atter how ti red he go t, he alw ays fo und hi s way back. There was no sto ppin g Bobbi e.