My mate had a bushcraft dog, fabulous dog, well trained, a good hunter. It only had 3 legs, I got round to asking him about it one day. He said he was in dire straits one year, a bad winter, very little food. Towards the end of the winter he'd run out of food and had decided to eat the dog.
'So how come he ended up with 3 legs? I asked.
'Well,' he replied 'A dog that good, you're not going to eat him all in one go are you?'
Some of the facts, names and the story have been changed to protect the innocent!
I looked after my mate's black lab for a few months, great dog, any water there was in the area the dog would find it, and would run through it, lie in it, roll in it etc even at -5 it would break the ice to find the water underneath. Good temperament too, but still growled at some hoodies who tried to accost me one night.
Dammit, gonna have to get my own dog now........
'So how come he ended up with 3 legs? I asked.
'Well,' he replied 'A dog that good, you're not going to eat him all in one go are you?'
Some of the facts, names and the story have been changed to protect the innocent!
I looked after my mate's black lab for a few months, great dog, any water there was in the area the dog would find it, and would run through it, lie in it, roll in it etc even at -5 it would break the ice to find the water underneath. Good temperament too, but still growled at some hoodies who tried to accost me one night.
Dammit, gonna have to get my own dog now........