Ten years ago, my Bride showed up with a critter. It was a year old pup that was actually just some dog hair stretched over a skeleton. Anyone with compassion would have run over it with the car, not brought it home.
I was not amused to say the least. I like dogs, and had been searching the internet for a pure blood, large boned German Shepard with a champion bloodline. (I still check on those) One not for show goes for about a thousand.
I suggested to her the pound could find the dog a home but knew this dog was past that. My Bride would not hear of it as she had "rescued" this critter.
I took the Beagle to the vet and she had stomach worms and heart worms. She also had patches of missing hair. It was not much of a dog.
I grew up with dogs as my Pop raised and trained hunting dogs. At 6 Pop and Mom gave me a Chihuahua, Sandy. She died when I was in the Army and they did not tell me until I was back stateside.
They had to keep this new critter (Beagle) at the dog hospital a few days to try and kill the heart worms. He told me it was 50/50.
She survived.
Then she had to be spayed. How much that cost me in things not money is a life secret and involved a local government investigation into me as a person and my ability to own guns. She made it, and now I had more $$ in her than a show dog.
At the end of the day, the Bride had something that resembled a dog.
The dog liked me. She still does. For ten years or so, she has been my constant companion. She is not just smart, but very clever, I guess from the year of abuse. We are not dog/guy owner/dog now, just two equal critters. My Bride got lost in the shuffle. She feeds the two dogs and two cats a few times every day. That should make a difference. The Beagle still prefers to hang with me, and I have to admit, I prefer her company over all others.
I found I don't need a huge German Shepard. The Beagle can hear a fly move and smell things beyond belief. Her nose is amazing. Me and her and a shot gun named Blue are enough to protect this house. A team of NAVY SEALS would not be able to slip up and surprise us.
I am not ashamed to say (proud to say), I love this dog more than any person I ever met. Due to my present life style, we spend most hours together, or at least in the same area as she does have her job of inspecting and controlling the yard.
This is her yard (about 2 acres) , and she defends it. She keeps up with every inch. She is a sweet heart. Her self appointed job is to bark and threaten any critter (or person) that enters. She barks and alerts.
My job is to attack.
I order on line every week, so the postman, UPS guy and Fed Ex guy are here all the time. They know Rosey and bring her treats. She still gives them hell every time as it is her job - for the first minute. We give them cold drinks, and a couple visit off duty to fish or play pool.
A new FedEx guy came.
I almost went to prison yesterday - not jail, but prison.
My Beagle was barking as she always does when anything enters our yard. That is her job and she is very good at it.
I looked out and saw the new FedEX guy trying to hit her with a zapper.
My eyes went to blood. He was a big, tough looking guy about to hurt my best friend in her own yard.
I was on him in an instant and at my maximum piss level. it was all I could do not to ---. If he had harmed Rosey --?
He was a big guy, intimidating, but just a bully.
I am also big, and kinda wild looking. I am not a bully. I have never taken a step back from guys like this. No one should.
Most people don't have an actual confrontation level for strangers. Cops make a living doing that every day. Stress is not what cops do. Still, 30 years of handling stress situations evaporated. It is funny how that happens when it is yours on the line. All my training went out the door. I was ready to dump that asshole in the lake after I beat him to death.
He quickly was backing up the drive when the Beagle's back up arrived (me).
I am positive he will never return to my yard. If he does, he is going to jail for trespass. I informed FedEx and gave him all the required warnings.
I order every week from places like Amazon and ebay. I got in a case of those tasty gold fish crackers today.
Shopping on line is cheaper, choices are better, and they bring it to your door - I like it.
My Beagle does her job like a doorbell and barks. In 12 years here in the woods. no driver has had a problem with my critters.
I understand about bad dogs. I have responded to many houses with them day and night as a cop. In rare cases a cop kills a dog, but it is rare considering all the thousands of yards cops hit everyday. 99% of the time it is owners training dogs to do what they do. I hate those guys. Dogs are seldom a real problem and there are ways to deal with it, like blowing the horn. Any one like cops, firemen, UPS, FedEX or local mailmen understand dogs.
Rosey is not a Pit Bull, just a rather fat Beagle happy to see entertainment and maybe a free dog biscuit enter HER yard.
Attack her, and you attack me, so bring your "A" game.
Thinking about this guy still has my panties in a knot.
Rosey this week:
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Originally Posted by Waldo
