Evening All
This following post will sound STRANGE, let me start by saying. This post has NOTHING to do with a Smart Car (reason for posting here) for the record! I am religiously non religious person, BUT having said that let me tell tonight’s story, OOHH where do I begin (I am a dog lover to start).
I’m 50 years old and at 26 I recued a Italian Grey Hound (at 1 year in age) from the pound, to make a VERY long story short he was put to sleep @ 18.5 years (yep I had that dog for 17.5 years (during that time I also had 3 wives, but 1 dog, guess when I cried the most)).
That dog was very smart (the reason I’m posting on this forum Hee Hee Hee) and learned things that I never knew how I taught him, If I said “out” he would go outside the threshold of whatever room I was in , If I said “look” he would hunt vermin, and if I said “kill” he would do exactly that to whatever he had caught in his mouth, if I said “drop it” regardless of what he had in his mouth, he would drop it on the floor in front of me. Thinking I would NEVER have another dog like that, I never sought a dog like that.
Now today, I have a Rat Terrier, I got her at 1 year old and 1 day away from being placed in the pound (female, cousin to the Jack Russell), never expecting to have another dog like Joe (he came pre-named), I didn’t expect anything from this dog except friendship (I got her about 5 years ago).
Well somehow she learned what “out” meant, somehow she learned when I snap my finger to sit at my right leg, but what she did tonight, and I’m in awe of.
The wife and I just came back from some fast food (OOHH if you say Burger King or Taco Bell in front of this dog she sits on the slate in front of the door so her shock collar can be taken off), and having taken the dog for a ride.
After the food we sat in the back yard, I smoked a cigar, and my wife talked about Joe (of course Missy (name) was lying next to me). We started to talk about the old Joe (still married to the third wife (the keeper wife)) and joked about what little expatiations we had for Missy, and then I said “She not that dumb”.
On a lark (in a joking way) I said “Missy protect”, well the dog jumped off the lawn chair and jumped on the far corner of the picnic table and was scanning her head back and forth, our jaws dropped.
Then she jumped off the table and charged the very faint image at the back of the yard. With all the fruit bearing trees in our yard, deer have an established pattern of checking the fruit status.
Well to our HORROR, missy got a hold of a deer (left hind calf), all we could see was these white splotches going up and down (Missy is the same black and white color as the Ben and Jerry’s cow) and we thought our 12 pound Missy was a goner.
I snapped my finger (knowing this was what she responded to the best) and saw the white splotch thrown to the far side of the yard, figuring she would need medical help I told Judith (wife’s name) to get ready, BUT THEN.
Here comes this 12 pound dog, swaggering across the yard with hair and blood on her snout, I picked her up and washed her off (looking for cuts), got the hair out of her mouth and found NOTHING, no cuts or injuries, talk about a “WTF moment”.
This story sounds strange, BUT this really happened (about 2 hours ago (as of now)). This is the kind of story I would of expected to write about that included Joe (who I expected much from and gave me more) not Missy, whose goal is to find and lick toe jam.
WOW, she is sleeping at my feet now (the way she always does) with no change in her, what was she thinking, do I really have another Joe on my hands (OOHH he was a hand full)
Well I’ve vented enough (I know it doesn’t make sense)
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