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a cowdog named harley wants to save his owner becuase he is stuck in a blizzard but he is only a dog

“A storms comin’” Ricky said through the hood of his thick winter coat. I looked up at him and wagged my tail against the cold ground of the meadow. //Thump thump thump.// Ricky smiled and rubbed my head in between my ears. I could see his breath as he exhaled. His black cowboy hat was blending in with the dark sky faster and faster. “Harley, go round up the cows before the blizzard comes.” He ordered as he mounted his horse. I barked in response and ran toward the cows that were grazing in the pasture. It took a while for me and Ricky to get all the cows into the barn. They were lazy and uncooperative. By the time all the cows were inside the ground was blanketed in snow. The barn was warm and stuffy, now filled with 150 cows, a horse, a cowboy and his faithful cow dog. Ricky looked out the window. “It must be about two feet already.” He observed. “His voice faltered and he searched intently through the crowd of cows milling around. He looked out the window again. “We left one behind!” he gasped. “It’s Sally Ann’s new calf, barley. He’s stuck by the creek, if we don’t go get him soon he’ll freeze to death.” He grabbed his jacket and shook the snow off of it. “Harley, if I don’t come back, you come find me, you hear?” I looked down at him and whimpered. “Good boy.” He said, and then he was gone. I watched him through the crack of the door. He moved slowly through the snow. I could tell that he was working hard. The snow was heavy and the wind was strong. So strong that it knocked his hat clean off several times. It took him probably over an hour to walk a little over an acre. He was about 20 feet from the calf, barley, who was shivering and stuck up to his shoulders of snow, when Ricky stopped. As far away as I was, I could still tell that he was exhausted, his sides were heaving. Ricky tried to stand up, but stopped, then collapsed on the ground. I barked in surprise, //Get up! Get up!// But Ricky had vanished in the snow. It must have been three feet deep. I knew what I had to do. I pried open the door with my nose. It swung open with a forceful gale of wind. I looked out into the blizzard, the wind was howling in my ears and the snow was up to my shoulders. The cold dried my nose and sent my legs shivering. I took my first step into the snow, the wetness seeped into my paws. I kept my gaze forward. Ricky and Barley needed me. If I didn’t come to help them they would most likely die. I followed the trail that Ricky had left before me. That way I was walking in about one foot of snow instead of three. Snow was falling on top of me, so thick that it weighed me down and I had to stop every few paces to shake it off of me. It was hard work, I was out of breath within minutes. If I stopped for rest I would get too cold and I would collapse, just like Ricky. It took me about an hour and a half to reach Ricky, When I reached him, he was not doing very well. He was unconscious and cold. His fingers were black with frostbite. I nuzzled him, he moaned quietly. I looked around, the wind was howling in my ears, i saw that there was a patch of land that the snow hadn't reached under a big oak tree by the creek. I left Ricky and trudged over to Barley. His eyes were wide with panic. I nudged him in the right direction. He took a shaky step, towards the oak and i barked with support. Now it was two steps, then three, then four. I walked with him, nudging his hind legs to keep him in motion. When he finally got under the tree he sat down, obviously exhausted. I was too, but my job wasn't done. I ran back to Ricky. A small layer of snow was covering his jacket. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him. At first i had no luck, he was just too to big. But I was not in the mood for giving up. I planted my paws, straightened my back and pulled with all my might. He slid about an inch. I repeated this process countless times until we made it safely under the protection of the oak.I set him right next to Barley, they needed each others warmth. I laid down on the other side of Ricky. The snow was finally dying down. Ricky stirred, his eyes fluttered open. A faint smile pulled at his lips. "Good boy." He said faintly.