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My favorite pet Part II
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~Lenore    Posted 01-18-2004 at 11:10:56       [Reply]  [No Email]
My favorite dog was a big ole cross breed (part dalmation and part coon hound). He was white and had a handful of quarter size black spots scattered on him and of course I named him Spot.

He showed up at my house full grown and probably 3 or 4 years old. He looked at me with big black eyes and was limping when he walked. He laid down in my carport and was licking his front paw. So as I talked to him asking him what was wrong, I picked up that big foot and examined it. There was a piece of new wood about a inch by half inch jammed between the pads of his paw. So without even thinking I reached in there got hold of it and pulled. Spot let out a howl/ moan/scream!

That little piece of wood happened to be a two inch long pointed thing and it was embedded in his foot! I never would have been brave enough to touch it if I had known that. Specially on a strange dog I had never seen before. Well Spot really appreciated what I did and decided to live in my car port. I got a bag of big chunky dog food and started feeding him.

When my then husband came home Spot barred his big white fangs and growled at him! He was not letting this man come into "our" house. It took a bit of time and convincing to change Spot's mind about him. I still think at some time some man had beat on Spot and mistreated him.

Spot turned out to be a very family dedicated watch dog. One day when I was hanging diapers on the clothes line (before I had a dryer) I ran in to answer the phone (before cordless phones LOL). Little Hog Hunter (before he hunted hogs) was about 10 months old and he was sitting by the clothes line on a pallet and Spot was with him. As I ran in to answer the phone, I heard this horrible growl and ran back out. A neighber dog had come up to check out the baby and Spot was sitting between the dog and the baby protecting his family.

Spot brings his girl friend home. Yes one day as I put his big bowl of food out for him in the carport, he sinffed it and went under the house without eating. Unusual, he usually woofed it down. In a minute out comes this great big female balck and tan hound. Spot sat down while she ate the whole bowl of food. Then looked at me for his. He did this every day while she was with us. A real gentleman Spot was.

So now I was feeding these two big dogs, well really more cause his girlfriend was pregnant. My husband who was a hunter had friends who were anxious to get the pups and the mom, so Spot's girl friend was found a permanent home.

I could always find my little girl in the neighborhood cause Spot went with her everywhere she went. He was so big I could aways see him even if I could not see her. He watched over her as good as anyone could.

Sadly I had to give Spot away. Two houses down from my house there was a fenced yard with a snippy, barky little terrier dog of some type. Every time my daughter went to her little friends house and Spot accompanied her, this little dog would run inside his fence and bark visciously at Spot. It was a very brave bad dog there in the safety of that fence. Spot just ignored it. One unfortunate day as that little terror/terrier ran along the fence barking at Spot he found out too late the gate was open. In his barking frenzy he ran right out and snapped at Spot. Oh Oh... Spot turned and protecting his little girl grabbed that dog and shook it like a rag doll. He turned it loose and it ran yelping into to its house. (It survived)

My little girl ran home and told me what had happened. So I knew I would hear from my neighbor and I did. They wanted Spot put down, I told them I would find him a home somewhere else.

My husband knew this old couple who lived out in the country and they wanted him. So on this beautiful sunny day we drove out there and introduced Spot to his new family and as we drove away, I looked back and Spot was standing with his front paws on the gate watching me leave. I cried. My husband went and checked on Spot a few times, he was doing fine. I never had the heart to go see him, I could not have left him a second time.

In memory of Spot one of my two favorite dogs.

Newgen    Posted 01-18-2004 at 12:35:21       [Reply]  [No Email]
Sorry you had to give him away, but at least he got a good home. My ex wife had one of those obnoxious yapping little dogs, I never met a dog I didn't like--until then!! As for Spot wanting to protect you against your ex, maybe he knew somthing you didn't!! You know dogs are good judges of character!!

~Lenore    Posted 01-18-2004 at 12:58:29       [Reply]  [No Email]
LOL, Spot would have to have been able to see into the future. At that time the ex was a pretty nice guy, he really is now, too.

The reason I think Spot was mistreated was because the first time I got my broom out to sweep in the carport (his home); he tucked his tail in and scrunched down and slinked out. I had to tell him it was harmless, the broom. He was very leary of other men, too, not just the ex.

He was a very special dog.

Newgen    Posted 01-18-2004 at 13:45:45       [Reply]  [No Email]
They are all special--some just more special than others-

Fern(Mi)    Posted 01-18-2004 at 12:17:50       [Reply]  [No Email]
Elfounso? was his name. He was no favorite hungarian sheep dog of mine. Yet her had a certain charm. Could count on him to keep the children entertained on Saturday.
Slippping his collar which he was good at, and well knowing when he could get away with it this was an almost counted on richual. Having the kids attention he'd take off down the street dodging back and forth across the street round all the houses moving away from our own, he'd lead the whole gang two blocks away. Then sneaking through the bushes he'd retire back home and proudly sit upon his own home porch and laugh at all the commotion he had caused. And this is only one of his stories.
I think we had him fourteen/sixteen years.

KellyGa    Posted 01-18-2004 at 11:54:07       [Reply]  [No Email]
Awww...I was on the verge of crying Lenore! Great story, sorry you had to let him go. Stupid yappy dog of your neighbors should have learned not to bark at bigger dogs from then on!

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