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size does matter Working dogs come in all shapes and sizes but farm dogs are usually hounds. Hounds are great dogs because they like and they herd pretty well and the sound of their call is mournful and pushes animals away from it. My uncle’s hound was called Wodie, a good old dog, slept in the barn except for the winter when he had house privileges, fiercely protected my cousins, and sought out any female for miles around His favorite was a tiny toy poodle who lived about a mile away in a lovely restored barn filled with an architect and a doctor and an obnoxious , Blaise, whom we never played with despite the parents on both sides trying to broker deals for months. Blaise, the brat, once dared me to swallow a spoon full of mustard without crying, the prize being his baseball cards should I succeed. At the age of three and 4 my sister and I for reasons unknown had downed a jar of pickle juice….I was ready. Down it went, no tears and my cousin Ed reached for the cards. BTB, snugged them to his chest and went running to his parents, claiming theft. Brat. But that was just a side bet, the reason we were there in the first place was a singular one. Wodie had lingered with the toy poodle. No one would have known except for the fact that Wodie being a rather large and the poodle being diminutive…….well, they got stuck. The hound call could be heard for miles. My uncle tried bag balm first. The fire department tried to hose them apart.. nope. The vet came and gave both of them tranquilizers which made them loopy but not loose and didn’t seem to do a damn thing for Wodie’s sincere and ardent regard for the little tart BBQ’s were lit, hotdogs cooked (I know, right?) and we all waited. until finally Wodie wilted. My uncle decided the cards, though fairly won would remain with the brat. Our family would take Wodie home and make sure his wiener was okay. We jumped into the back of the truck with Wodie who seemed positively lit from within. Uncle Wes was bent over the wheel and shaking. I asked if he was okay. He turned to us through the open slidy windows and his face was covered with tears and he was gulp laughing so hard he could barely breathe. Wodie licked his face and Wes said, “Best I ever had.” We had ice cream with blackberries when we got back to the farm and listened to my Uncle and Aunt out on the porch snickering in the dark.  You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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OMG, what a hilarious story! I remember the day when my girl Suzie, she was such a slut dog...but only because she loved being a mother. She would jump the fence whenever she got in heat and find the nearest male dog to knock her up. Many times we didn't know she got preggers until a month later her belly started to drag lower. She would do anything to have puppies. What an amazing mother dog she was. I don't know how many litters of pups we had, but I loved watching them all be born. We would sometimes have to stay up and take turns as a family feeding the pups who were sickly. A few didn't make it. As a kid that really got to me to see innocent puppies die. Broke my heart. But the worst pain was when Suzie went in heat, jumped the fence but landed on her side...she busted her liver and died shortly afterwards. She was such a loving and protective dog. My best friend. Since then I've had many dogs, 2 now. I adore my dogs, they're better friends than humans. Never leave your side. All of mine are the best dogs I ever had. Thanks for sharing that story and making me think of my kids. 
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I love this story. I think I'd have liked your uncle. I already like the dog. Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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Makes me curious about how happy the poodle was with HER experience!
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How are you going to keep Wodie down on the farm, once he's had Paree? Great story! I love all of the ideas as to how to disentangle them. Never ignore those who care for you you will have lost diamonds while you were collecting stones
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Priceless! I can only imagine that scene with the whole neighborhood getting involved.
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As my Gramps would say with a smirk, "Damn dog." LOL
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