Posted on 07/29/2020 11:24:40 AM PDT by Daffynition
The remains of a dog in a tree trunk is something you don't see every day.
As the story goes, sometime back in the 1960s down in Georgia, a hunting dog chased a raccoon up inside a hollow tree. The determined dog wouldn't relent from chasing the coon farther up towards the top of the tree, and it eventually got stuck.
Fast forward 20 years to 1980, some loggers were clearing woods and found the dog still stuck inside the tree trunk. Only now, it was mummified in the same position it died in.
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Reminds me of Joe Biden in his basement.
Poor guy. Seen this fellow before. Did his job better than 98% of humans would do.
Poor Fido. A dedicated hunter to the end.
He’s probably still chasing that squirrel in Purgatory.
An endless loop.
If you want a friend, get a dog.
If I was a raccoon that would scare the beejezus out of me! Heck as a PERSON it would scare the beejezus out of me!
Doggone
Awww, good boy.
He was after a bag of chips? /s
We have a yellow Lab. I could see this happening to him. He’s pretty much a knucklehead.
Lol! Good doggie, but why is there a bag of dessicant in there with him?
My dog chased one of my chickens under the canoe the other day. He couldn’t get out. I heard muffled barking and found him.
The same reason people mummies are kept in sealed glass cases filled with Nitrogen.
sometime back in the 1960s down in Georgia,...
Lots of good stories start that way.
I got it, thanks. I should have included a s/ notation. :-)
I had no idea they had COVID back then.
Our Winchester is that way.
When you own a dedicated work dog, you know it.
Poor doggie. Tough way to go.
In the 1960s down in rural Georgia, I lived in an old AnteBellum plantation house that had long since fallen into dilapidation and ruin. Dad bought it in 1959 at auction for $11,000.00, along with 93 acres and many of the old out buildings. Dad's grand dreams of restoring it by using the sweat equity of his sons didn't work out so well. The house was eventually restored by two successive owners. We moved to Huntsville, Alabama at the end of my fifth grade.
Lot's of good stories...
For example, neither of the successive owners know where Amanda M. Seabrook's grave is located.
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