A Bakersfield Cowboy and his Dog - By N.L. Belardes

I didn't stop to talk other than to scratch the puppy's head for a moment. I didn't even ask the cowboy's name.

But that wasn't what was important. It was the moment. A young guy and his best friend--the beginning of their friendship, really.

It could have been on the outskirts of town on a ranch. It was timeless but only lasted a few moments. I was on my way on a sidewalk in a strip mall...

Reminded me of the dog I used to have... Do you have a pet story to share?