“What y’all watchin’?” Jim asked the other boys, congregated outside the general store.

“Clem’s dawg,” Stu answered, not looking away from the spectacle.

“He’s a goin’ plumb nuts,” Arnold chimed in, punctuating his statement by sending an arc of tobacco juice sailing into the dirt. Not one to miss a good show, Jim settled in amongst the other boys to see for himself.

There in the dirt, Clem’s dog, a runty mutt with white and brown fur, was frantically making known his amorous intentions towards a collie and a beagle. All the dogs were yelping, and dust was clouding up into the sky.

“What’s he thinkin’?” Jim asked.

“Donchu’ know?” Stu teased, “Thas’ the freak dawg, th’un w’ two…you know.”

“He sho’ looks pleased w’ hisself,” Arnold added, thoroughly distracted. The site was bizarre, but it made for a great show. The dog, the male, was wagging his tail and barking excitedly.

“Well I’ll be,” Jim mused, “I guess it just don’t get much happier than a pup with two peters.”