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.
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.