Post by lani on Apr 28, 2021 22:18:22 GMT
This is long, but this dog was a pip.
My brother's dog, Dusty was like Napolean. Of course they weren't neutered back then so the males had a lot of "personality". He was a cocker spaniel. He had a grudge with the German Shepherd down the block who would beat him up regularly. Once he was able to take the German Shepherd unawares, dashed down the street and knocked him over. The bigger dog got up and grabbed Dusty by the scruff of his neck and shook him like a rag doll.
He was a bee eater, couldn't make the connection that snapping up the bees would result in being stung. Cheeks like tennis balls.
He tangled with a porcupine and a skunk.
When we were up at our cousins cabin in Ely the family took the outboard motorboard out to do some fishing. We were quite a ways out in the lake when someone looked back and Dusty was swimming along behind us. Good thing someone looked.
Another time my dad and brother went to the corner store; Dusty tagged along. But he left to do some unknown doggie business and when he came back to the store, dad and bro had returned home. Dusty waited outside the store for 3 days until the store owner finally called my dad and said your dog won't leave. The store people were feeding and watering him.
Last one. He got run over by a truck and was unable to use his rear legs. Took him to the vet (he HATED the vet). When he got in there he got up and walked around. Vet said there's nothing wrong with this dog. Took him back to the car where he collapsed. That was the end of Dusty, but he was a dog and a half.
ETA: Mr. Lani reminded me of one more. He never met the dog, but he's heard these stories again and again. When we moved from California to Minnesota the parents were having a big party. The family was returning to Minn. so all the old friends were saying howdy. My dad was in a nice suit. Dusty walked up to him an peed on his leg, to let him know just what he thought about this whole moving house business.
My brother's dog, Dusty was like Napolean. Of course they weren't neutered back then so the males had a lot of "personality". He was a cocker spaniel. He had a grudge with the German Shepherd down the block who would beat him up regularly. Once he was able to take the German Shepherd unawares, dashed down the street and knocked him over. The bigger dog got up and grabbed Dusty by the scruff of his neck and shook him like a rag doll.
He was a bee eater, couldn't make the connection that snapping up the bees would result in being stung. Cheeks like tennis balls.
He tangled with a porcupine and a skunk.
When we were up at our cousins cabin in Ely the family took the outboard motorboard out to do some fishing. We were quite a ways out in the lake when someone looked back and Dusty was swimming along behind us. Good thing someone looked.
Another time my dad and brother went to the corner store; Dusty tagged along. But he left to do some unknown doggie business and when he came back to the store, dad and bro had returned home. Dusty waited outside the store for 3 days until the store owner finally called my dad and said your dog won't leave. The store people were feeding and watering him.
Last one. He got run over by a truck and was unable to use his rear legs. Took him to the vet (he HATED the vet). When he got in there he got up and walked around. Vet said there's nothing wrong with this dog. Took him back to the car where he collapsed. That was the end of Dusty, but he was a dog and a half.
ETA: Mr. Lani reminded me of one more. He never met the dog, but he's heard these stories again and again. When we moved from California to Minnesota the parents were having a big party. The family was returning to Minn. so all the old friends were saying howdy. My dad was in a nice suit. Dusty walked up to him an peed on his leg, to let him know just what he thought about this whole moving house business.