Looks like some *good country people* unloaded a trio of mixed rottweiler pups at my place. i arrived around 3:30 on thursday for a kind of weekend i hadn't planned on.
the adventure began with a minor skirmish involving my neighbor's "nephew" who decided to unload an entire clip of something bigger than a .38 in my general direction, which sent trout bolting out of the woods with her tail tucked.
i went over there. I said "hey, was trout up here?" and big mama says "why?" and i said "cause somebody just unloaded a clip this way and i just want to let ya'll know i'm out here" and then nephew jumps up and says "thats a crock!" and then added "this is the SOUTH lady, i doan know where youse from, but git used to gunfire" and i said "dude, i am used to it, just not whizzing past my head" but i didn't press it cause i know better than to invite *redneck retribution*.
i then called my insurance man, making sure "fire by arson" was at the top of the list. He reminded me how the poe-leece had advised me not to get cute and booby trap the cabin after the two robberies that left me short of 2 TV's, a telescope, a bevy of cheap cheap cheap appliances and a cowboy hat. that hurt. not to mention the $600. worth of propane they let blow out the door on the coldest days of the year.
and i thought the Final Four weekend in ATL was gonna be sketchy.
not 15 minutes after catching up with the neighbors, Trout is somewhere out of sight barking her head off. Oh no, please God don't let her be barking at "nephew". Knowing that there is NO PRAYER in hell that will make Trout "come", I ran as fast as i could up the driveway. (come to think of it, i do most of my running here in the woods. Thanks to folks like "Nephew", the #1 best selling T-shirt up here reads: "Hike faster! I hear banjo music")
When i finally could see Trout, my blood ran cold cause it looked like she was barking at a bear cub. I was thinking "that's it, she's going to be killed" but as i got closer i realized i was looking at a baby rottweiler.
She was barking back at Trout and as i approached i saw another head pop up from the ditch. Looking into the ditch i found yet another pup, the shy one deep inside a drainage pipe they were using as a den. I went back to the cabin, got a bag of food, and returned. They ate wildly taking in dirt and leaves with the food they were so hungry. But they are in pretty good shape...theyre fat and their coats look good, so i think these dogs have been left here recently.
I am having a fine time playing with the pups, and so is Trout, who is pretty tender with them to my surprise. Now i am off to take them down by the creek to play some more. Tomorrow i will take them to town and see if i can adopt them out. But the little "bear" looks like a keeper to me. After all, she IS a female "K9".
I think it is a sign.
p.s. Dear God, I've been pretty good all Lent. I have a tiny favor to ask. Can you send me this man and his nephew-killin' compound bow? Thanks in advance. chickory