The Ferocious Farm Dog

Ferocious... yep that's our dog alright... and those of you who know him are rolling on the ground laughing at this. See our dog is a mix my husband got at the SPCA before my time. Since he was a foundling, no one really knows what type of dog he is. You can see he's a Rottweiler and the vet thinks he's mixed with Boxer. He's now officially a Boxer mix so he doesn't get discriminated against. He's the biggest baby known to mankind. In fact when the power went out, he heard that little pop and hid in terror. On the 4th of July, I thought he would have a stroke, he was so upset by the fireworks. If he should hear a hunter off in the distance, well all is over! It took him about fifteen minutes to come out of the spare room after we put up the tree. Right now, the dog is hiding under the kitchen table because I pushed the button on one of those Hallmark Snowmen things.

But today... he is a hero. Or at least he would be if I had actually needed protecting.

So we are outside so I can check on the chickens. I was in their yard with the gate closed behind me and the Pup is running around the yard peeing on anything he can. Then the farm across the street starts making this sound like a gun shot, only it's not. I think one of their tanks makes the noise, I don't really know. But it's loud and repetitive. Now I think, "Oh great, he's going to be whining and crying on the front porch. I'd better go in." To my surprise, the dog is still at the gate and he did something I have never seen him do before. He was actually crouched down in attack mode and growling at the farm across the street. He put himself between me and the road, staring down the stupid farm and barking at the noise when it came. I had to go into the house first and he gave the farm one last bark before coming in. Then he sat in front of the door until the noise stopped.

My doggie protected me.

Now I'm going to see if there's a steak in the fridge to cook up for his dinner...