I measured sympathy like a bale of hay

We lived out in the country

Sometimes I'd hitch a ride into town

The neighbor rancher was of Native American descent

His barn was covered with hundreds of deer horns

His dog was mean and you didn't go through the gate

Without letting anyone know beforehand

The ranchers family had owned the land for a long time

He drove a blue stepside pickup and he'd give me a ride

I always sat in the bed of the pickup

His sister was driving her car when my dog ran out into the road

My dog's name was Bruno Wasserteil after the radio journalist

"This is Bruno Wasserteil in Tel Aviv."