Ol’ Mel went for two guys that walked up behind me once when I was panning for gold up a canyon. Up until that moment, I didn’t know she could make those sounds or look that mean. 40 pounds of unsuspected unadulterated absolute killer guardian wolf in Springer Spaniel clothing. Damn that was an eye opener. She got between me and them and I have no doubt she would have made the swap, her life for mine to the last breath in her body. Those guys just about soiled themselves running backwards up the creek bank.... After I called her off and got her calmed down, we helped out the two guys. They needed a jack. Mel never took her eyes off them, and they knew it. Damn dog. She’s been gone ten years now. Damn dog. sniff..Damn dog. There’s a pile of stones just outside the window here, a 4X4 with a sun bleached tennis ball on top, Damn dog......Give that Lab a chewy and a belly rub for me. Damn dog......
Beautiful story..thanks.
I have Mickey, a field-bred Springer, liver and white, who’s nickname is killer. She is very loyal and always wants to be with me. What a wonderful dog. I just love spaniels.
I know how you feel. Mel was a great dog and friend.
Good dog! They have such a way with knowing who is and who is not trustworthy.
If dogs could speak English, I imagine they would have some pretty colorful things to say about the people they *really* can’t stand.