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  •  LOL, I believe it (9+ / 0-)

    The dog I'm talked of that was embarrassed of laughter, she was the smarted dog I've ever known, by far.  A Brittany.  I'm absolutely convinced she had a decent understanding of language when she was 9+ years old.  

    One day my dad was over and we were at the dinner table talking about how the raccoons were devastating the cherry trees in the yard.  They didn't just eat the cherries, they climbed up and broke all the branches with their fat arses.  I said half joking that it sounds like a job for our dog Dante (not her real name).  No, my dad said, she better hope she doesn't catch a raccoon at her age!  She was 11 at the time, a little slower and weaker, but wiser.  My dad and I argued over whether Dante had another raccoon left in her or not for about 10 minutes, and all the while Dante lay on the couch watching and listening.

    Two days later on a weekend three of us were outside doing yard work at various when we heard a terrible screeching and hissing off in the woods.  The foliage is too thick in the summer to see more than 10 feet or so into the woods, so we called Dante and after a few minutes when she didn't come we just went back to our work.  Dante was deaf at that point so she came and went as she pleased (although her hearing mysteriously improved when it came to the sound of food thudding into her dish).  I was working on a tractor in the driveway and suddenly heard a big thwack behind me.  I turned around and there was Dante proudly standing over a freshly killed raccoon she had brought to me.  It was a juvenile raccoon but adult-sized:  yes, Dante was one badass Brittany to take on such a beast.

    Dante purposefully trotted back to the woods and the screeching and hissing started again.  She brought out two more raccoons, one for each of us working outside that day.  Afterwards she laid in a patch freshly tilled garden dirt with the biggest, proudest dog smile she's ever had.  She died a few months later.

    Note that I do not normally reward my dogs for killing animals, but in this instance we were all so flabbergasted by Dante's actions that we pretty much just stood there with our mouths gaping open.  Dante had NEVER killed a raccoon before in her life.  She did that for us, at no small risk to herself.    

    Now I'm starting to cry thinking about Dante, she was really a special dog.  I've had other dogs since then, but never bonded with any of them like I did Dante.  I miss her more than any human I've ever known.

    "When I was an alien, cultures weren't opinions" ~ Kurt Cobain, Territorial Pissings

    by Subterranean on Sun Jan 13, 2013 at 10:53:52 AM PST

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