This is a blog entry from Amy, our Ad Manager, about her goofy, cuddly black lab and his ability to be protective as well as entertaining. It made me think of my own dogs; I have an otherwise very sweet Border Collie, who would definitely rise to the protective role if ever necessary, and I have a pug. Who would probably not. Or, if he did, someone could just drop-kick him across the room. To give you an idea, he won “1st Place Funniest” at a halloween contest. I wrote an article about him a few years ago, so I thought I’d use it for Throw Back Thursday, as a comparison to Amy’s post.
Read about Flounder the pug here.
Samson the Brave
By Amy Fewell
We often joke about how Samson is useless. He’s an 80 lb. lap dog who loves to smother you in giant kisses. He’s a momma’s boy and Junior calls him his “brother”…..they are inseparable.
When Mark mentioned his “uselessness” to a police officer client of his recently, he responded with “you’d be surprised what he’s capable of when put in a dangerous situation”.
C’mon…this dog is scared of stink bugs, for goodness sake. He’s not going to do anything…he’ll cower in fear!
Last night, I forgot to shut the chickens up. So at almost 11 pm — being the good little homesteader that I am — I pulled my boots on, rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, and headed out to shut the chickens and ducks up. Samson went with me.
It was eerie outside. It could have been because of the rain, or the fact that it was 11 pm. The ducks were still asleep outside so I had to round them up. As I shined my light up towards the gate where Samson waited for me, I could see his eyes moving back and forth. I couldn’t believe he was still at the gate to begin with….normally he’s frog hunting by now.
The ducks got shut up and the chickens were snug as a bug in a rug, so I headed back up the hill to the gate. Before I was even halfway there, I heard snarling and growling…..from MY dog!? I shined my light up towards the gate and saw his bright white teeth showing, and him looking out into the woods. He.was.mad.
Something was definitely out there, whether animal or human form, who knows. While I still am not sure what it would have been, I am now confident that, when put in a dangerous or threatening situation, he certainly is NOT useless, after all. And he will definitely be coming outside with me at night more often!
On our way back up to the house, he flipped out a little, constantly looking behind him. I swear he’s a human soul stuck inside a dog body. He was scared out of his mind, but he wasn’t letting anything get to his momma.
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