Elvis Has Entered the Building

On the last day of April, Bob heated up some sweet potato medallions and packed up the last of the home made oatmeal raisin cookies, flavored with Paxxito wine for us to deliver to Buddy. We were also eager to learn if Holly had had her foal yet.

When we got to the Store parking lot, a vehicle’s theft detection was blaring. We sat in the car until it finished, figuring that Buddy could not hear the Hee-Haw chow hall if he were in the back pasture.

Once the blare ended, Bob hee-hawed several times, with no response from Buddy (not even a hee-haw in return that he had heard us). We both entered the store to find out if Buddy was a father yet.

We were pleased to see David behind the counter so there would be news.

“Has Holly had her foal yet?” I asked David.

“Yes it was a week ago yesterday,” he replied. (That would have been Monday, April 22)

“Did you she have a foal or a filly?”

“It’s a boy and we are calling him, Elvis.”

“Is it shaggy like the last two?”

” I don’t know where that last one came from, but this one looks exactly like Buddy.”

“At least we don’t have to wonder who the father is this time.”

David grinned at that remark. “Elvis is not doing as well as I was expecting so I called the vet about getting him a Vitamin B shot. I’ve also been grooming him and he walks up to me as soon as he sees me. I’m hoping to switch them out to the front pasture, but he’s not ready for that yet.”

Once we got back outside, Bob hee-hawed Chow Call one more time. Still no Buddy so we decided to have the sweet potato for dinner. Just as we were about to get into the car, Bob noticed a thin, quiet Buddy ambling toward the fence.

Buddy immediately perked up as soon as he saw the plastic trays of sweet potato medallions and cookies. Bob had almost emptied the tray by the time I got my camera to the fence line, because Buddy was grabbing food out of Bob’s fingers as fast Bob could grab another bite to feed him.

As soon as Bob went in to fetch more cookies, Buddy got moody. He wanted to be fed because he was in a hurry to get back to Holly and Elvis. I petted him a few times and tried to tell him he was an international rock star, but he kept looking at me as if I had food hidden behind my back or he deliberately turned his back on me.

After Bob returned with a pack of fig newtons and a pack of peanut butter cookies, Buddy was agreeable as long as the food lasted. Once the food was finished and we got in the car, he was already heading for the back pasture.