Yellow Dog in the white corn as it tassles.
Yellow Dog would follow me every morning as I hoed the corn.
She didn’t seem to want anything, not even to be petted. She just laid there and looked at me like that. Then she would move along as I did.
When she was thirsty, she would go to be beautyberry bush where we had water running for her.
Yellow Dog enjoyed her new younger acolytes, Honeybun and Blondie, both also at least part Carolina Dog, Blondie so similar that at a distance it was hard to tell her from Yellow Dog.