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We have a dog,Honey ,I got from the pound 3 years ago. Was told she was an abused street-stray puppy. Loved her,nurtured & trained her to become my best ever dog in my long life.
Sunday morning,early, I opened the garage door & she took off like she had Jato. Honey is a much mixed breed but mostly Rhodesian-ridgeback ,weighing about 55 + pounds. Having strong hunting instincts,I knew a threat was there. Begore & could pick up my grandmothers ancient .32 Iver-Johnson , I arrived armed with an aluminum & rubberized coffee cup.
Honey had a young 'coon by the shoulders & was being giver what-for because she couldn't get it by the neck . Mamma coon was at my head level coming down head-first . She was as long as Honey & weighed at heast 30 + pounds, largest I'd ever seen . I realized that if she joined the fight Honey'd be in a world of hurt. Large mouth & 4 paws with those sharp claws,Honey might be greviously hurt or even killed. Too,there was the thought of Rabies......
I advanced on mamma & threatened her with my cup. She threatened to jump on my head & duke it out. Still suffering from my concussion,I didn't relish a fight & another trip to the emergency room & more stitches & maybe rabies shots.
She would feint & back up but still was in jumping range so I kept waving my cup. Finally,ignoring her youngs yowls & screams,went back up in the palm fronds & stayed there. Honey had finished the young one by then .
From now on,I'm carrying the .32 out each morning.
Uncle Alan
Sunday morning,early, I opened the garage door & she took off like she had Jato. Honey is a much mixed breed but mostly Rhodesian-ridgeback ,weighing about 55 + pounds. Having strong hunting instincts,I knew a threat was there. Begore & could pick up my grandmothers ancient .32 Iver-Johnson , I arrived armed with an aluminum & rubberized coffee cup.
Honey had a young 'coon by the shoulders & was being giver what-for because she couldn't get it by the neck . Mamma coon was at my head level coming down head-first . She was as long as Honey & weighed at heast 30 + pounds, largest I'd ever seen . I realized that if she joined the fight Honey'd be in a world of hurt. Large mouth & 4 paws with those sharp claws,Honey might be greviously hurt or even killed. Too,there was the thought of Rabies......
I advanced on mamma & threatened her with my cup. She threatened to jump on my head & duke it out. Still suffering from my concussion,I didn't relish a fight & another trip to the emergency room & more stitches & maybe rabies shots.
She would feint & back up but still was in jumping range so I kept waving my cup. Finally,ignoring her youngs yowls & screams,went back up in the palm fronds & stayed there. Honey had finished the young one by then .
From now on,I'm carrying the .32 out each morning.
Uncle Alan