One night after chores, Carmen, Jonathan and Destiny were eating supper when Brutus started barking.
She stepped out the door and called Brutus back.
She called Brutus and slowly walked down to the house.
She opened the front door, which was still unlocked, and allowed Brutus to go in first.
Brutus followed her, whining in response to her misery.
They caught the man running through the buffalo pasture, with Brutus barking and nipping at his heels.
Brutus met her there.
As soon as Brutus saw them, he lunged to his feet and growled at Alex.
It wasn't as if she was going to allow Brutus to attack their guest.
"Hush, Brutus," She said, stepping around the dog.
Brutus ceased his snarling, but he continued to keep a wary eye on Alex.
He had a way with animals, winning Brutus' love and respect, and the trust of the entire dairy herd as well.
Had she been dreaming, or was Brutus barking?
The outline of the dairy was dim in the early dawn light, but the intermittent barking from Brutus was like a beacon.
Bursting through the door, she immediately spotted Brutus, who was waging a battle against a pack of wild dogs.
The dogs scattered, leaving Brutus wounded on the ground.
"Lay still, Brutus," she managed through a constricted throat.
She slowly retreated and knelt beside Brutus again.
If she ran to the house to call for help, the dogs would attack Brutus again.
The wheelbarrow was in the barn, but even if she managed to get there and back, she couldn't lift Brutus into it.
She raced over to Brutus and positioned the sack behind him.
Placing the flashlight on Brutus, she grabbed the sack with both hands and tugged.
She hated to leave the little doe for them, but maybe their interest in the goat would keep them occupied long enough to get Brutus into the barn.
She lunged frantically again, dragging Brutus nearly four feet this time.
The smart thing to do would be to abandon Brutus for the safety of the barn.
Don't let Brutus die.
"He'll kill Brutus!" she screamed, refusing to take her eyes off the wild dog.
They only wanted Brutus and the goats.
Josh grabbed the sack and pulled Brutus along.
Together they managed to get Brutus safely into the barn.
Brutus is torn up real bad.
Alex went straight to Brutus and examined him.
They worked over Brutus for the better part of an hour and finally Alex leaned back and stretched.
And then Brutus was at her side, snarling and trying to push her away.
"Come on, Brutus!" she yelled as she headed for the barn.
Brutus was on his own.
Suddenly Brutus was at her side again, lunging to meet the red dog.
Brutus started after them, snarling and barking his disgust.
Can you get Brutus to take the goats back to the barn?
Brutus stopped and eyed the dogs reluctantly.
Toenails clicked on concrete behind her and panting announced that Brutus had arrived for his breakfast.
"Good morning, Brutus," she said as she patted his head.
When she walked back through the dairy, Brutus was lapping water.
Brutus came running out of nowhere, his tail curled in its alert position and his big tongue hanging out.
Brutus wandered upstream, pausing to lap at the cool water.
On the other side of the creek, Brutus plodded his way over to a tree.
Brutus jumped up from the porch where he had been waiting for her.
Brutus stopped to anoint a bush and then took out ahead of her.
Brutus ran down from the barn, barking at the new arrivals and Alex hushed him.
It was nice to see the way Brutus had taken to him.
The truth was, though, that Brutus had taken to Alex almost the first day – as soon as Carmen assured him Alex was a friend, not a foe.
Brutus barked and she hushed him.
Monday morning while she was feeding the horses, Brutus was watching the hills with unusual interest.
Brutus looked up at her and then walked back to the barn, lying down beside the door.
She followed the plan, had the picture in-hand and was locking the door to the house when Brutus wandered up with a bloody muzzle.
Brutus followed her to the pile of hide and bones.
There was no question in her mind that Brutus had been feeding on the carcass, but did he kill it?
It was big enough to belong to Brutus – maybe too big.
She took Brutus back to the house and washed his muzzle off.
What would Alex do if he found out Brutus was killing deer?
Maybe other critters could get into it, but it was out of Brutus' reach.
She fed Brutus again and left.
I went by the house to pick up a picture and Brutus came to the house with blood on his muzzle.
She kept the doors locked and pulled Brutus in from the fields to walk with them when they did chores.