Tales from the bark side: Is there really a dog heaven?
Welcome back to the bark side of life, where Rosswood kennels went on a road trip this weekend.
Visions of Ringed Necked Pheasants prancing in fields of dry stubble, of Red Tailed Hawks effortlessly looping lazy circles in a azure sky, of barn kittens peeping out of crevices of a cement foundation and mewing there displeasure at the canine invader (Lara Mee) still fill my mind with nostalgic remembrances today.
It was a wonderful time with family and friends, and those memories do not fade easily. This is also true of Ed Krause's tale from last week. Let's join him in the conclusion of his trip down memory lane.
Bobbie was an excellent hunting dog. If you shot down a pheasant he'd always find it and if you shot a duck in a pond he'd go in after it. He'd run down squirrels in the back woods and he'd bark loudly if he had one up a tree. All you would have to do is check your gun and he'd be right there to go along with you.
We had one favorite pond that was on a small hill, and we would never just walk up to it and take a look because there usually were ducks in the pond. So, we'd get down and crawl up to the pond. When we did that, Bobbie would crawl right beside you. If you were lucky enough to shoot a duck, he'd always swim in and get it for you.
We rented farm land about a mile and a half from our home place. My older brother and I had to haul hay from there. Bobbie always wanted to come along. It wasn't the best idea, because we had to go on a busy road and we didn't want him to get run over so we would lock him in the barn before we left. After we had gone from the barn, he'd always be sitting by in the trees by the ditch, waiting for us. He'd jump on the hayrack and give us his famous smile, so he went along. We wondered how he had gotten out of the barn. I guess he barked and my mother let him out, thinking it was OK because we had left already.
Several months later, it happened. My brother and I were coming home with a big load of hay. Bobbie was running in the ditch on our left side and we were coming over a hill and as Bobbie was crossing over the road, a truck came over the hill and ran over Bobbie. We both cried. We had just lost our dad a couple of months before with cancer, so this didn't help any.
We sometimes wonder if there truly is a dog heaven. I was thinking one day when I was sitting on my dock fishing, maybe my dad needed Bobbie in heaven. I was thinking maybe Shep is sitting by my mother, keeping watch and Bobbie is lying at my father's feet and wagging his tail once in a while; just to let him know he is there.
Nothing can replace those vivid memories, and it is an honor to revisit them with my readers. Ed paints some very colorful portraits with his tale. It doesn't matter if it's a cat or dog or whatever kind of pet you have, it's been proven that having a four-legged companion (or two-legged types too) does prolong a person's life and reduces stress considerably. Thank you, Ed, for a fine excursion to a place and time where life was simple and pure.
Do you have a tale that depicts logical or instinctual behavior on the part of your pet? E-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org or snail mail me at Keith Alan Ross, Richville MN 56576, or phone me at 218-495-2195. The "Logic vs. Instinct" contest will run throughout the summer and should conclude sometime in October. Send in those stories now and I'll publish them as soon as I can. Until next time...