It's a dog's life

They say getting a pet is a heartbreak waiting to happen and when you move to a rural community it hits closer to home more than ever whether your dog is shot by a neighbor because he or she took a liking to eating their chickens or they got too close to a pack of coyotes and lose. Who knows what could happen when they have 100 plus acres to roam.

Well nothing that dramatic happened to two of our dogs but a couple of weeks back Daisy our Beagle came home filleted with a 2” long cut on her hind leg from who knows what and out came the Crazy Glue and I’m happy to report she’s doing nicely. It is amazing what that stuff can do it’s crazy.

Last night George disappeared into the woods and didn’t come home for dinner. The kids, the three other dogs, and me went out looking for him in the woods as it started to get dark. About 30 minutes into our search, the sun went down and the big galoot comes running over to us in the dark soaking wet. Why I don’t know it was about 38 degrees out and water would be the last thing I would venture into.

So, we walk back to the house and feed him his dinner and after he was done he comes over to me for his nightly pet which I did and his fur didn’t feel right to me so I look at my hand with the flashlight and notice my whole hand was covered in blood. His blood.

 Seems he had a fight with a bramble thicket and lost. The top of his head and the side of this neck had all these baby cuts. It seems these dogs need to learn the hard way.

By the way we only came home with 2 dogs the other two were lost in action in the woods for another two hours.

It’s a dog’s life.