Poncho, a dog with too much conscience. Courtesy photo
By CARY NEEPER
Formerly of Los Alamos
Our dog Poncho came to us as a six month old puppy from the shelter in Santa Fe.
His eyes locked onto mine as he sat wagging his tail, and the deal was made. He kept his side of the bargain: watching over the chickens, chasing crows out of the yard, and eating no more than he needed — until one day when we came home to find him acting very guilty.
How can I describe that? He didn’t jump all over us as usual, as we came in the door. He slunk away and kept looking up at us — no tail-wagging, no eager jumping around Read More