argus

Argus was my old dog that I trained. When my men and I were out on our journey, nobody took care of Argus for me. They were only women in the house, and they didn’t know how to train a dog or anything. So Argus was outside of the gate, laying on a pile of manure. They abandoned Argus. When Argus heard my voice, he did his best to wag his tail and be happy. Argus was a old dog though, so it was hard. I started to get emotional. I sat there with Argus for a minute. After that me and Eumaeus left, and Argus died. He was happy to see me, but he was an old dog and couldn’t live much longer. He was happy to see his master.