[PyrNet-L] What could have been

[Adrienne Wilder <draggon@STC.Net>]

Adrienne Wilder wrote:
> 
> Since I have put down Sabastien, my life has been divided into 3
> parts.    Before Sabastien, with Sabastien, and after Sabastien...owning
> a dog like him will do that.  Any how, my evenings, in the time "of
> Sabastien", consited of feeding dogs, cleaning dogs, doing body check,
> exercising dogs ect.  Not much different then it is now...but there
> *was* Sabastien...so there was, at least to me, a very big difference.
> In the evening I used to take Patou out of his pen to let Sabastien run
> in his place.  Then I would go in, occasionally, to either take food in
> and out, water buckets, ect.  I would almost always keep my eye on him,
> but things would require me to run into the house for a quick second.
> Well last night my worst nightmare would have come true.  I was talking
> on the phone, when I hear Patou Barking.  It was not a frantic bark,
> just a "keep out" bark, that he would normally sound off to the
> neighbors or the neighborhood dogs.  I went ahead and decided to let the
> dogs out to go to the bathroom and followed them through the kennel room
> to open the door.  When I did, what I saw, absolutely sent my heart on
> overdrive.  A young boy had moved my trash can up against my fence, and
> was climbing over it, into the pen, where Sabastien, more than likely
> would have been.   Instead Patou was there, the very essence of
> pyr-dome. He had moved his live stock back behind him, and was standing
> between it and the boy (who had one leg over my fence) and was simply
> barking at him.  If it had been Sabastien, that leg would have been
> hamburger.
> I promptly asked the boy what the h*ll he was doing and he smartly
> replied he was getting his ball.  A ball, that he would have had to
> throw ON PURPOSE over my fence...lets face it, the kid lived no where
> near me.  I tell him to get away from the fence and I went into to get
> his ball.  All I could think of was "what if"...what if...  Patou held
> his ground but no longer barked.  He stayed between the boy and me but
> left a clear bath to where the ball was laying. I do believe if I hadn't
> come out he would have let that kid have his ball.  I got the ball and
> to the kid's disapointment, I did not throw it over to him.  Instead I
> went out of the lot and toward the kennel gate.  During this time the
> kid started to invite him self into the kennel area...Patou, with the
> goldens mimicing him, charged the fence scaring the pants off him and he
> stumbeled back leaving the gate closed.  It would seem that this kid,
> about 9-12 would have more common sense.  I went to the main gate with
> his ball and walked him home and promtly told his father what a lucky
> and very foolish kid he had.  What amazes me most is the shear idiotcy
> of this man and his kid...talking to them was like trying to talk to a
> old rotten log...
> I went home and Patou finally came "off guard" and went to lay down in
> the middle of the field.  Privately I thanked him for being the dog that
> he is.
> 
> --
> 
> Adrienne Wilder  www.stc.net/~draggon/index.htm (pet portraits)
> Murrayville GA
> 
> "Oh, to be loved by a dog!"
> 
> Home of:
> The golden gang,
> Patou and the evil sister geese.
> and many stray cats.

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Adrienne Wilder  www.stc.net/~draggon/index.htm (pet portraits)
Murrayville GA

"Oh, to be loved by a dog!"

Home of:
The golden gang,
Patou and the evil sister geese.
and many stray cats.