Yard Dogs

[hogbody]

Just wondering if any body has any stories about a favorite yard dog you have or have had. I just had to put down my little yard dog last week. She was 16 years old. She was just a pure mutt. She looked like she had a lot of terrier / feist in her. About 20 lbs. This was the smartest dog I ever saw. I never had to tie her up. She stayed right around the house. Just left the garage door up a little so she could go in and out to her food and bed. If I went for a walk and told her to stay, she would be sitting waiting for me when I got back. She was scrappy and fearless. She would tree coons and tear into them when I shot them down to her. She would get one cornered in the shed or garage and be nose to nose with coon as big as she was. She would sit and listen for moles digging underground. Then she would dig down and grab them, pitching them up in the air and catching them with a chomp. She would kill mice, chipminks, possums, squirels, snakes. Run off stray cats and dogs. Bark when some came up the drive. I sure do miss that little mutt. Don't think I'll ever have another like her.

[BradWV]

Sorry about your loss. Those little dogs sure do have a special place in your heart. Like you, I had to have my house dog put down a couple of months ago, he was 18. He and I spent many many hours sitting in the recliner watching our favorite shows. He was also just a mixed breed little mutt, but like yours was sharp as a tack. He and I had been together so long, I think he could actually understand everything I said. Again, sorry for your loss.

[Fulton]

When I was a kid I would spend several weeks during the summer with my Great Uncle in Mississippi who had two little fiest/mix dogs names Smokey and Bandit, he also had an old Bluetick named Sam that just stayed in the yard. At night we would take those two little dogs down to the corn field and run the coons out of the corn. I can remember one night shooting a Big Boar coon out of the tree and he was nowhere near being dead, those two little dogs jumped in on top of him fearless as could be and that coon covered them up. Just about the time I thought that coon was going to kill them that old Bluetick walked in just as calm as could be and grabbed that coon by the back of the neck and crunched down and that was the end of that coon. Those where some good dogs !