hemihappy wrote:
I can't remember ever not having a dog except for 3 years in the army. When my life with the dog sadly ends I write a story complete with every single thing I can remember about him (always a him) that way I never forget and over time can read about what I loved in him. The last 3 were yellow lab 13 years yellow lab 14 years and now my second Springer Spaniel. My wife says I have a inner connection with dogs, my dog, your dog, any dog. Once I was in town and a pick up had 2 large coon hounds in the bed. I walked across the street and got to know them and the guy ran out of the store and yelled what are you doing I said admiring your dogs he just whistled and said they should have never let you near this truck and they were kissing you I can't believe it. See they are chained so they can't get out. I have never seen them do that with a stranger. I love them all.
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I know what you mean. I don't own a dog now but have always had a connection with animals.
Years ago when I lived in Tahoe and use to cut my own firewood and had a tree business, I had a chainsaw man. I always bought my chainsaws from him and had him service them also.
One year I needed to drop my chainsaw off at his house on my way back into town so I stopped by his place to drop my saw off. My Mom was out for the summer and was with me.
As we pulled up to his house his dog came out to meet us and was all bristled up,barking and growling.
Well Don wasn't home and I really needed to leave my saw there so I wrote out a note and started to get out of the truck.
My Mom grabbed my arm and ask me what I was doin, so I told her I needed to leave my saw there. Well she said I couldn't get out of the truck with that dog acting like that.
I told her that it would be alright that I knew the dog from all the times I had been there.
She said, well Don has always been here with you before.
Anyway, I needed to leave the saw so I got out of the truck.
Well that dog came up to me growling and barking at me and I just calmly talked to him and told him I understood he was suppose to protect the place and I wasn't goin to do any harm to him or the place.
I walked up to the door and left my note there and then got my saw out of the truck and walked out to the shop door and left it on the ground. The dog was right there the whole time barkin and growlin.
I then went back to my truck, got in and left.
Later that evening, Don called me at home and said he got my saw and talked to me about it.
First thing he ask me was where was his dog. I told him the whole story and he just couldn't believe it.
He said that dog has NEVER let anyone out of their truck before and he ask me if the dog bit me.
I laughed and said the dog didn't bite me BUT he made it very clear that he didn't like me getting out of my truck.
Well Don couldn't believe that the dog let me get out of my truck to begin with much less walk up on his deck and put a note on his door AND then go out to his shop door and leave my saw.
I just laughed and told him that the dog was there barkin and growling the whole time letting me know that he didn't like it at all. Don still just couldn't believe it.
It's amazing what animals know and feel.