Ricky was a forlorn shelter dog when we got him and moved him to
the suburbs. The folks at the shelter were perplexed as to why
such a truly lovable dog was brought there by his former owners.
We soon found out. We live near an Army reserve firing range, and
Ricky is anti-war, or at least anti-gun shooting. It makes him
neurotic. We can barely hear it (so it took a while to diagnose
the phobia), but he sure can hear it.
On one occasion he was outside when the shooting started, and he
tore every screen off every downstairs window trying to get in the
house. On another occasion he was inside when the mock firefight
began at the shooting range, and he tore every beautiful wooden
blind from every downstairs window. We were not amused on either
occasion, to say the least.
Rather than offer him up as a test target to the Army reserves, we
did the next most logical thing. We bought him a doggy door which
allows him to escape in either direction from the military
fusillade. Now he lives happily with full in-and-out privileges,
and only very occasionally tears up something in a closet, but only
when the Special Forces stage a major attack nearby.
Thanks for posting the pic Bill - maybe a larger pic with more of
his body ? To display him in all his splendor
When I was a
kid we had a little dog named Nicky, am not sure what his lineage
was but dad lovingly called him a "Heinz 57" meaning a colorful mix
- like the steak sauce
No matter how homely some pets are they do hold a special place in
ones heart. Our dog could actually climb trees in pursuit of his
nemeses the squirrel - he passed away after 15 long years.
Dave
Bill Adams
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