Another Dog Story

I have had many encounters with dogs on stream. Most have been pleasant. I had another on Sunday that was interesting.

I was gearing up roadside and there was a house about 30 yards away. I heard a dog barking so I called out to it. I did my standard here puppy….puppy….I do this to assess the situation so I don’t end up bitten.

The white lab came to the road and barked really loud at me. I was uncertain whether this was an aggressive dog so I went down to one knee and called come here sweetie. The dog seemed to calm down a little and came part way across the road. It then went on the other side of my car in the road. I am a dog lover and it made me worry about the dog being in the road and maybe getting hit by a car because I called it. I called some more thinking it would come and get out of the road. It stopped barking and I could not see it anymore.

I was still kneeling so I tied my boots and adjusted my gravel guards. I thought about the quiet dog and worried about standing up abruptly and getting bitten. That worry went away quickly.

The female lab had come around behind me. She was very quiet. The way I found out she was there was by her shoving her nose in my bent over behind and sniffing me. I was scared at first because she was so close and I had not evaluated her body language yet. I let her do her sniffing and then did the come here sweetie call and she came to hand and I petted her. She followed me on stream for an hour and then went home.

Great story Len !
reminds me of a story that happened to my great uncle many many years ago.
my great uncle owned a steam engine and threshing machine,he did custom threshing around this area for several years.

A neighbor drove the horse drawn water wagon to bring water to the steam engine very early in the morning and helped my great uncle prepare the engine for the days threshing.
greasing,cleaning the flues,stoking the fire were all necessary to get it ready before the rest of the crew showed up.
one day uncle Al was late by several hours which was way out of the norm for him as he was usually there at four thirty in the morning and would chastise even children of the farm lands owner for being late for work.

when quizzed why he was so late and looking like he had been out all night drinking he told of hearing a ruckus out in the chicken house in the wee hours of that day.
in his long handled underwear he ran out of the house with his sawed off double barreled shotgun in hand to blast the wily fox he knew was stealing his chickens.
he stooped over easing the chicken house door open with the barrels of the shotgun and tried to get the lantern positioned to light up the interior of the chicken house so he could get a bead on the fox.

about that time his old coon dog stuck his cold wet nose into the crack of uncle Al’s behind as the trap door buttons had been long lost and the flap was hanging down exposing it giving the old coon dog full exposure.
the sensation of that coon dogs nose had uncle Al thinking the devil had a hold of him and he let go with both barrels of the shotgun.
uncle Al had been up since one in the morning cleaning thirty two chickens.
the fox was never seen.