posted on Nov, 12 2012 @ 05:59 AM
I've had dogs my whole life. Stupid ones. Horrid ones.
My one great dog did something I had never seen. We were outside in our own yard and from the other side of the house came the most ear damaging sound
I'd ever heard a dog make. I ran over there fully expecting to see my dog being ripped apart by a grizzly.
He was sitting head way back, "howling". The dog seldom barked, this sound was just painful to hear coming from him. I walked slowly around to the
front of him. The howl continued as though ignoring my presence. There was a long dead mole between his feet. My dog was mourning a dead mole.
Weirdest thing I'd ever seen.
I scratched his head when he was done (told you "my best dog")Instead of tossing the disgusting thing in the trash, as was my first instinct. Once
the deceased was in the shovel, my dog smiled and stayed very close to it.
We walked down the road to an empty lot, and I buried it. My boy sat quietly for interment. As soon as Mr. Mole was buried, I looked at the dog and
said if he wanted to have service, he was welcome to. And started back home. He sat another 4-5 seconds and then found a tree to pee on.
Life returned to normal.
This dog was notorious for eating the most foul things. For some reason this mole deserved respect. It's still, and always will be a mystery to me.