[Slings and Arrows]

WARNING: Article contains some foul language. (The Cracked.com source is a bit of a giveaway there.)

[Slings and Arrows]

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[Slings and Arrows]

Doggie ping!

[crazyhorse691]

Dogs were used around the perimeter of Da Nang airfield. I gave snacks to some of the dogs just because we were not supposed to. A few years later, after the end of the Vietnam war, I, in my new job as an Oregon State Investigator, was to make contact with the property owners. I knocked on the door and I heard a rub of chain and the biggest German Shepard I had ever seen came leaping at me. I fended him off with the great butt thrust and gave him a piece of my own venison jerky. I put a note on the door and saddled away from the monster. He was mad so I threw him another piece of jerky and he settled down.
The owners called back and were curious how I got past the dog and I told them about the jerky. A few days later I got another call back from the owners and after some give and take with some other investigators I found out that the dog had been injured in a mortar attack about the time his handler was to retire from the USAF. In short, 6 acres of pot plants were taken out of production, the dog was allowed to live out his life with his owners receiving probation, and to this day I still get a rumble up my spine when anything bigger than a fruitfly touches me.

[SatinDoll]

{{sigh!}}

We’ve had wonderful dogs in our family. But the one I miss the most is an English Pointer. He eventually developed a brain tumor and had to be put down. I really miss him!

[Texas Fossil]

Marcus Antonius:

And Caesar's spirit, raging for revenge,

With Ate by his side come hot from hell,

Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice

Cry "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war,

That this foul deed shall smell above the earth

With carrion men, groaning for burial.

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Julius Caesar Act 3, scene 1, 270–275

[Texas Fossil]

I have never heard my father mention a dog in his units during WWII.

He did have a company mascot though. His name was “Little Joe”. He was a very young Russian who had been held captive and badly treated by the Germans. Not sure about his age but he spoke fluent German and actually went on patrol with my father. The GI’s in the company even outfitted him with a U.S. Army uniform. Someone cut it down from the smallest issue they could find. He did not carry a weapon, but was the interpreter and was street smart and brutal with the Germans.

After the War my father seriously considered adopting him. (he has mentioned it many times, saying “you two boys almost had another brother”). He checked into doing so, but did not because he was concerned what the scars of his treatment by the Germans might have done to him. He may have been too hardened to adapt. We will never know.

Dad and my mother met when he passed through DC on his way to Europe. They exchanged letters all during the War. On his way home he called his father and had him wire the money for a train ticket to my mother, they were married in my grandparents home the night she arrive in TX. They have been married 65 years.

[Rocko]

Thanks for sharing!

[RegulatorCountry]

Continue on to another link at the bottom of the page, “7 Dogs Who Accomplished More Than We’ll Ever Do” and check out St. Guinefort.

That’s going to get used the next time somebody claims dogs have no soul.

Judy the Shorthair Pointer is gorgeous and was a wonderful dog, by the way. She reminds me so much of my Suze, a Walker Hound I found dumped on the side of a busy highway, running up to every passing car. She’s very talkative and loves me beyond all reason, she’s a mess, lol.

[FreeManWhoCan]

Great post. Thanks!

[algernonpj]

Thanks for the post. What great doggie stories!

[TASMANIANRED]

Pretty awesome..