I was telling dog stories to someone the other day and it started me thinking this would be a grand blog topic. I love dogs. I had a dog as a pet and a doorbell for as long as I can remember. Since coming to the islands, I do not have a dog. The climate and bug infestations are hard on them and currently I live in a condo. Having a dog would be hard on both of us and there is nowhere to conveniently walk a dog. But anyway, I digress…
Before I left the States I lived on a ranch in the middle of about 700 acres.
I only have a few pictures of the ranch in this computer. These are they.
There I had two dogs. Panama a golden retriever who was the inside dog and Scout a pit bull mix, who was the outside door or doorbell. See it was pretty wild out where I lived. We had big cats (Cougars-Mountain Lions), Wolves, and Bear as neighbors. At the time I was raising Quarter Horses and every spring we had a few babies. Unfortunately, those cute little foals would make a tasty treat for my neighbors, so we had Scout the outside door or doorbell.
Scout wasn’t particularly fierce, but he was loud and gave us plenty of warning if someone or something was lurking about. Bears hate dogs and stayed pretty clear of our place. Only once did someone actually see a big cat on our property, but wolves and the coyotes; ha, for them dogs were a challenge.
The coyotes would howl and send a bitch up close to the house to try to entice Scouty away, but he was having none of it. He would bark and bark and sometime even shiver. One Sunday morning I was all dressed to go to church and I heard a commotion outside. I stepped out the front door and there was Scout shivering with anticipation and howling in answer to the coyote bitch. I went back inside for the .38. One shot out of that cannon in the narrow valley and the coyotes scattered. I put Scout in the garage and went off to church. When I sat down next to someone in church, he looks at me and says “What is that smell?” I held up my hands and said “Cordite, I guess?’ He just shook his head.
Boy, I miss those days on the ranch and I miss Scout.
When I left for the islands, I really only brought clothes and my clock radio (don’t ask), I don’t have a picture of Scout to share with you.
Next week I’ll tell you about Panama the biggest Golden Retriever I’ve ever seen.
(For gunmen out there, I know cordite really isn’t used anymore, but it’s the expression that counts, cause it still is misused.)