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To: Blue Snowshoe who wrote (2613)	7/20/1999 2:53:00 PM
From: faqsnlojiks	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 7442

That was buTful Jed. Yor Pal, -Joe

To: Blue Snowshoe who wrote (2613)	7/20/1999 3:44:00 PM
From: Puna	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 7442

Yellow dogs go to Heaven Thanks Jed & Blue for that story. Mr. Brooks was such a dog. He was half Golden Lab and half Irish Setter. The day before he was killed he saved the life of our eight month old baby boy. It was early September on an island in the coastal rainforest. My wife and I were forging out a homestead and were clearing a small patch of thick salal and roots for the next years garden. It was hard work and we put our baby in a cardboard box with blankets on the edge of our work area, on the brush-line so as not to fling any debris on him while we cleared. Mr. Brooks was there, he was always with us, and he posted himself along side the baby. The night before he had started barking up a storm in that protective way. He was usually quiet at night so I went out to see what the fuss was about. Brooks seemed edgy so I let him in for the night. So the next day while we were clearing, Mr. Brooks starts up barking aggressively and would run out into the thick bush and back to our baby who now started crying. We comforted our son and tried to continue working, but Mr. Brooks was really riled up so we packed up and went back up to our log cabin. Late that night Mr. Brooks took off barking very intently, I was just getting out of bed when his barks became yells-screams. I bolted down the stares grabbing my hunting rifle and a flashlight, not stopping for clothes, and out the back door. I ran into the bush towards the sounds of a terrible battle, and the pungent odor of Big sweaty Cat mixed with dog crap. At that point the flashlight in my hand went completely dead. I was now face to face with a heavily breathing cougar and could hear the last death rattles of my dog, and I could not see a damned thing. I wrote the short version of this part to Joe earlier today. Cougar's do and have taken babies. My family has first hand cases of this from the Blue Mountains of Oregon. My sons best friend was killed by a cougar near the same area 10 years later. I no longer hunt and I have never feared being in deep woods, and I walk well among the wild creatures and never carry a gun for any reason. Anyway Blue, Jed, that Yellow Dog of mine went to Dog Heaven for saving my son in the box by the new garden. That baby is now 25 and Mr. Brooks's little hand-split cedar shake dog-house is still there with moss all over it, and his picture is still hanging on the wall of that old log cabin. Puna

To: Blue Snowshoe who wrote (2613)	7/20/1999 4:12:00 PM
From: Joana Tides	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 7442

Blue, Joe, and Puna, What BeeYooTiful Storees About The Soul Of A Dog. They Give And Give And Give, placing a No Limits sign on their devotion to the people and other animals that they love. A Dog puts Another's Life Ahead of Their Own, A Dog Knows How To Heal. My Old Late Great Dog (a lab/border collie/australian shep mix) took over to raise my cat's kittens when they weren't even three weeks old or weaned yet when my cat suffered a broken pelvis from being run over. The dog took over the job before I even got home from taking the cat to the vet. Then after the vet set the break and sent her home after a couple days, the mother cat was penned into a small space below a built-in desk so she couldn't move around much...but she supervised the activities and conveyed her happiness with how things were going in many ways. So I petted the 6 kittens while feeding them their gruel from a contraption of hanging doll's bottles to wean them according to the vets instructions, and before long they were eating kitten food so that was ok. But it was really the dog who raised them to be Cats... funniest thing you ever saw, I had to fashion an apron for the dog to wear because the kittens were bothering her to let them nurse. She growled at them when they were about to get into trouble climbing or jumping, kept them clean as a whistle, slept with them, and you should have seen the look on the dogs face the day she had to demonstrate to them what a cat box is for, as they sat in a circle paying attention. They followed her around marching in a line like... puppies. The day the vet said it was ok to let the cat out, I locked the kittens in the bathroom first to give her a chance to get steady first. Well, that day was the first and last time I ever saw the cat allow the dog to slobber on her head as much as she wanted to; and the cat cleaned the dogs face all over and nuzzled her in the sweetest thanks, before being reunited with her kittens. So from then on those kittens obeyed the both of them, had no trouble finding home for those cats as by that time many of my friends had volunteered to help wean them and were coming by to play with them all the time. Soulful Brave and Wonderful Beings, Dogs. Did you ever look into a dogs eyes and say "Who ARE You, Anyway, What Is Your Name Spelled Backwards?" 909s, Joan