• This Forum is for adults 18 years of age or over. By continuing to use this Forum you are confirming that you are 18 or older. No content shall be viewed by any person under 18 in California.

Mans Best Friend

Here's a different dog, from a different time. A dog named Sue. We grew up together from my age of 15, to thirty years. She was my first hunting dog, and my, how we hunted -- and trapped! She became expert on ducks, geese, pheasants, quail, coyotes, coons, muskrats, rabbits, deer, skunks porcupines, chukars, grouse, ---

When her time was up, I was far from ready for it, and far from town and any help. I wrote a bleak and brutal poem about it, and might as well share it on this thread. A least I know that I'm among kindred spirits. I hope none of you have been in this spot, or ever will be.

Old Dog

I sit on the ground, cold and wet. She lies in my lap.
Tears fall to the ground warm and wet.
Eye to eye, hand to heart, we can't go back.
The gun at our side rests cold and dry. My curse, her release.
Oh how? Oh why?
A BARK! Not her's - and her pain is over.
Blood soaks in the ground, the last of a life.
We sit on the ground, Her and I.
Old Dog runs free.
I stay and cry.

jdscholer


scan0002 copy.jpg

Sue Coyotes0001 copy.jpg
 
:):)
With a face like that you can get away with anything......

Yeah at least one of us is good looking :).
He's a great dog. Smart as a whip, he's got ME trained pretty good, but has my back 24/7. In the morning he's the happiest one in the household to see me. He'd attack a grizzly to protect me (anyone else in the family do that, hell no). I hope if I make it to heaven, he can be there with me.
 
:):)

Yeah at least one of us is good looking :).
He's a great dog. Smart as a whip, he's got ME trained pretty good, but has my back 24/7. In the morning he's the happiest one in the household to see me. He'd attack a grizzly to protect me (anyone else in the family do that, hell no). I hope if I make it to heaven, he can be there with me.
You have to love that . I have the same situation with my 13 year old Sadie Mae . She is with me 24/7 , and like your dog She has me trained . I feel safe with Her around,great guard dog and right on top of things . She has warned me of smoke ,licked me back to life when I fell down the stairs,the list goes on . She also likes messing with me,just looks back over Her shoulder with a big old grin . Man's best friend says it all.

Here She is the other night,making sure my wife knew there was a car coming from behind . Constant protector.

Sadie...for a walk.jpg
 
i-KsFwh44-X2.jpg


Great dog, good view, decent 1934 rimfire rifle...... life's good.
 
It's been a bit and I thought reviving this thread would be fun.

Anyhoo, my two hooligans had decided to shakedown a bag of pancake mix one day. I came home to find a trail of it going from the kitchen, down the hall and back again. In retrospect I should have taken a picture of the trail, but the pics clearly show the dogs innocent of any wrongdoing.
Grendel is looking at Bobo like, "You need to take the blame for this one." I've already seen what you are about to see, so it didn't take long to figure out.

DSC_0615.JPG When I came out of the bedroom after getting my camera this was exactly how they looked.
DSC_0618.JPG
According to him, he only got half covered in pancake mix so she is more at fault.
 
Last edited:
Here's a different dog, from a different time. A dog named Sue. We grew up together from my age of 15, to thirty years. She was my first hunting dog, and my, how we hunted -- and trapped! She became expert on ducks, geese, pheasants, quail, coyotes, coons, muskrats, rabbits, deer, skunks porcupines, chukars, grouse, ---

When her time was up, I was far from ready for it, and far from town and any help. I wrote a bleak and brutal poem about it, and might as well share it on this thread. A least I know that I'm among kindred spirits. I hope none of you have been in this spot, or ever will be.

Old Dog

I sit on the ground, cold and wet. She lies in my lap.
Tears fall to the ground warm and wet.
Eye to eye, hand to heart, we can't go back.
The gun at our side rests cold and dry. My curse, her release.
Oh how? Oh why?
A BARK! Not her's - and her pain is over.
Blood soaks in the ground, the last of a life.
We sit on the ground, Her and I.
Old Dog runs free.
I stay and cry.

jdscholer


View attachment 1176117

View attachment 1176118
 

Upgrades & Donations

This Forum's expenses are primarily paid by member contributions. You can upgrade your Forum membership in seconds. Gold and Silver members get unlimited FREE classifieds for one year. Gold members can upload custom avatars.


Click Upgrade Membership Button ABOVE to get Gold or Silver Status.

You can also donate any amount, large or small, with the button below. Include your Forum Name in the PayPal Notes field.


To DONATE by CHECK, or make a recurring donation, CLICK HERE to learn how.

Forum statistics

Threads
167,466
Messages
2,233,248
Members
80,472
Latest member
Bwag
Back
Top