posted on Aug, 11 2012 @ 04:20 PM
I wish I had a video, but this happened back in 1979, and I had no clue that I'd need a video camera.
My wife and I rented a house, it was her, myself and a 3 year old mutt. The dog was named Tara. Anyway, about mid May of that year (I didn't have a
lawnmower,) I borrowed my dads electric mower. I went out to cut the grass, with Tara out there as well. After cutting about 1/3 of the yard, I turned
the mower around to cut the next pass. Tara was out about 100 feet, directly in front of my mower, and laid down there. When I got close to her, she
would NOT move. I had to shut off the mower and go to her to get her to move, and to my surprise, about 6 inches behind her were 4 or 5 baby
She blocked me from chopping up these bunnies. If not for her, I would have probably chopped up all the bunnies.
My Tara Dactyl (she could jump up and kiss my face, standing still) lived to be 18 years old. She died in 1997, and I think about her almost every