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- Jul 26, 2003
Thanks Piel, my experiences with what we call police dogs are mostly good. The one that was shot was some kind of shepherd but not a german S. We had police dogs all the time I was growing up on the farm. They were really good at not letting the little ones in the barn when grampa had wild stallions in there. We were more afraid of the stallions than anything. Once in a while they got out and what a time catching them. Although, one time he got in and was swinging on the stallion's tail!! They trampled my little brothers twice at least. No lasting damage but were pretty well banged up. I do remember somehow my daddy had run over one and mother took us all in the back room while he shot it. Only time I ever saw my daddy cry. Our families first dog was a toy terrier. Then the dachsund and a "hound". Then we had male and female black miniature poodles. Had babies twice. I do miss all my puppies. But I'm not about to get any more. I don't want to take care of them and Janet & Fred are allergic to them. The only ones I have now are one's you dust.
The hound grew into a horse. Got it at the humane soc. and they told my hubby they thought it was a beagle. It was just too big for a house dog and so took it back eventually. I paid them more so they wouldn't put it to sleep and
if they didn't adopt it out, they would call me. He sure put some excitement into our life. He loved swiping the neighbor's sandals and chewing them up. He loved butter and one day I saw him outside with a pound of butter! I knew which neighbor had her's delivered from that dairy so I ran to town and got another pound and took it over. She hadn't missed it yet and thought it was hilarious. He loved cantaloupe and would dig a hole in one out of our patch and run all over the neighborhood holding his head in the air with the cantaloupe on it until he finished it. (We weren't allowed to have fences.)
The hound grew into a horse. Got it at the humane soc. and they told my hubby they thought it was a beagle. It was just too big for a house dog and so took it back eventually. I paid them more so they wouldn't put it to sleep and
if they didn't adopt it out, they would call me. He sure put some excitement into our life. He loved swiping the neighbor's sandals and chewing them up. He loved butter and one day I saw him outside with a pound of butter! I knew which neighbor had her's delivered from that dairy so I ran to town and got another pound and took it over. She hadn't missed it yet and thought it was hilarious. He loved cantaloupe and would dig a hole in one out of our patch and run all over the neighborhood holding his head in the air with the cantaloupe on it until he finished it. (We weren't allowed to have fences.)
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