Friday, February 26, 2010

Why I love dogs...(#162)

This story from FoxNews, Black Lab Receives Top British Military Honor really put me in mind of my faithful, now departed black lab, Midnight.  I've told y'all about Midnight before...the finest, smartest animal that ever lived...yep, that Midnight! 

Don't get me wrong, I love Sadie, too.  (It's just that she's as dumb as a sack of nails.)

From the article:

Nine-year-old Treo's job is to sniff out roadside bombs in Afghanistan for soldiers, and he has proved rather good at it.

In August, 2008, while working as a forward detection dog in Sangin, Treo found a "daisy chain" improvised explosive device (IED) - made of two or more explosives wired together - that had been carefully modified and concealed by the Taliban at the side of a path.
A month later, his actions saved another platoon from guaranteed casualties, again by finding a daisy chain IED.

You'll never see a "bomb sniffing" cat, (even though it's not a bad idea, come to think of it).

I love dogs!  I need to start posting more about our brave, intelligent, and loyal canine friends.  The story also put me in mind of a computer letter Dr. Jill sent me the other day.  I liked it...

 A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.

 He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.

After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble... At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.

When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.When he was close enough, he called out, 'Excuse me, where are we?'

 'This is Heaven, sir,' the man answered.. 'Wow! Would you happen to have some water?' the man asked. Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up.' The man gestured, and the gate began to open. 'Can my friend,' gesturing toward his dog, 'come in, too?' the traveler asked.

 'I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets.'

 The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.

 After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence.

 As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.

 'Excuse me!' he called to the man. 'Do you have any water?'

 'Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in.'

 'How about my friend here?' the traveler gestured to the dog.

 'There should be a bowl by the pump.'
 They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.

 The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.

 When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.

 'What do you call this place?' the traveler asked.

 'This is Heaven,' he answered.

 'Well, that's confusing,' the traveler said. 'The man down the road said
 that was Heaven, too.'

 'Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell.'

 'Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?'

 'No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind.'


  1. The heaven story is among my favorites. You can tell a lot about a person by the way he treats his dog -- and the way the dog treats him.

    Bomb-sniffing cats. Good idea. Heh. (With apologies to my best friend, Diane, the crazy cat lady).

  2. I've had a lot of dogs in my life, but my favorite was a crazy Black Lab/Border Collie cross. She was nuts, in that she would eat anything that wouldn't eat her first (there are too many war stories to single out just one), but I loved her to DEATH. My best friend for 16 years.

  3. I surely believe that anyone who loves a dog is a better person for it.

    My pup Chloe isn't the smartest, or the most beautiful, or... well she's probably not #1 in any categories, but she sure thinks I am #1 in everything (after all, I buy the dog food) and what more could anybody ask for?

  4. That reminds of a show I saw awhile back titled "War Dogs of the Pacific". It was about the dogs the Marines used during WWII. They interviewed many of the handlers, and, as one of them put it, "there isn't a day goes by that I don't think of that dog".

    A popular saying in the horse community is "if heaven doesn't have horses, I'm not going".

  5. Hey! I knew there was a reason I love all my blog friends.

    Thanks Moogie!

    Buck, I'll bet that was a darn good dog. Labs & Border Collies are my personal favorite, the stories I could tell about Collies.

    Staci, Chloe is beautiful. I'll bet she's smarter than me. Trust me.

    Buckskins, thanks for the heads-up on that show. I'm gonna look it up. I'll swear man...dogs really are our best friends. I know you horse guys might quibble about that, though...


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