It’s no scientific revelation that humans and animals can converse. In the case of dogs, a bark or a whine, a wag of the tail or a certain posture, a turn of the head or a nervous scratch can communicate very specific messages that humans can interpret as two-way dialogue.
It’s true, she doesn’t look that dangerous, but she’s actually a rodent assassin. Rats, mice, bunnies … hates ’em, and who doesn’t? Doesn’t like lizards, is offended by squirrels and she’ll kill geese if given the chance. She’s hardwired to be on the lookout for vermin and then to give them the business until they stop moving. Still, most of the time she’s just sleeping in my truck.
“Now I must tell you the worst, Tubby was shot and killed on August 31st, he behaved like a true Marine at all times. We buried him in the Marine cemetery along with other real heroes. He has a cross and his name and rank, he was a corporal.”
Tubby was part of the War Dog Program and was killed in action in 1942.
All dogs go to heaven. I have one, her name is Angie. Her coat is black and her nationality is Labrador. She’s a decorated, 2-time graduate of doggie boot camp. She can recite the Gettysburg Address and can name all the U.S. presidents in order (because I memorized both, out loud, during our walks). “I cannot stay in my chamber for a single day without acquiring some rust,” Henry David Thoreau. read more