Update: Charlene will be happy. Trident has been taken to the pound in hopes of finding the owner. ///
The EMT/Fire Department/Road Construction neighbor, in cahoots with another family among the neighbors who work and volunteer at the animal shelter in Marble, caught another dog on the loose (not from the puppy mill) and, because it’s after hours, brought it over to the rectory because I have a little fenced in area, you know, just for night, they say, while also bringing food and a food dish and a water dish. I know what they’re up to. It’s a conspiracy. To those who dismiss conspiracies just because they are conspiracies, you’ll just have to get over it, because that’s what it is. “Father George needs a dog!” I have to wonder if my guardian angel is in on the conspiracy.
She, fully a “she” by the way, which would have to be “fixed” around this part of the country, has a collar, but with no name, no number, no medical tattoos. There could be a chip. They’re coming back in the morning to grab her and bring her off to the animal shelter so as to put her through the process of looking for a possible owner. They’re leaving it up to me, of course, but the conspiracy was not at all hidden. They were having a really good time of it, laughing about it when I said, “I know what you’re all up to!” I’m afraid they’re going to keep bringing me dogs until I accept one. This one is super smart. Super gentle. Not an unnecessary barker, but instantly super protective. Hmmm…
Just to say, I went by the place whence a possible pure-bred German Shepherd puppy might come my way, but I didn’t stop when I was reminded just how big they can get. Wikipedia says 75 pounds for males, less so for females, but she said she has one at 120 pounds, and not overweight! They were enormous, and would never fit in my little trucks.
The one pictured above is mid-size at full grown puppy size. Whatever else this is, it is in large part “hound-dog”, that is, a Rhodesian Ridgeback, that is, a Lion Dog, the hell-dog of all dogs not because it’s from hell, but because it can stare hell in the face and take it on and win easily. The smartest and most ferocious of all dogs, though best as a watch dog, not a guard dog. These are simply way too active. Super gentle to the owner and to others if socialized. This dog is a few inches short of the standard, standing only 20 inches at the shoulder. The curved back brings her to 22 inches. She holds her head high.
“This is the Navy Seals of dog breeds and can keep up with a running horse for 30 miles.”
Extremely protective, extremely loyal, extremely active. This would have been the perfect dog for me at the hermitage, and was, as Laudie-dog was another example of the same, except not quite as pure-bred as this one, so just a bit more on the quiet side, until actual lions and bears and wolves came along. Nothing like that here, except for the human kind. I just couldn’t give this dog the attention and unstoppable exercise and training it must have. On the other hand, maybe this would be just the impetus to get me to exercise a bit.
If I were to keep this dog, I would name her Trident.
I am always thankful to the Navy Seals for the protection they offered to me back in the day. Anyway, to the point, there’s always an analogy to be made:
- Sometimes there are good conspiracies. Indeed. We have seen them.
- Sometimes there are evil conspiracies. Indeed. We have seen them.
Considering that last point, you do remember that the gates of hell shall not prevail, right?