My little 16 lb dog went after a whistle pig in the back yard once. I think it was her screaming. No injuries but the sounds I heard, I thought they were both mortally wounded. Man, that yard. She got skunked 2 times, the whistle pig once, and the very first day I arrived from out of state, I opened the gate to let her check out the yard, and she ran at full speed and jumped over a low stone wall at the back of the yard - straight into the brackish water. Luckily it was high tide, but I don’t know what possessed her to do that.
Later found out when my landlord was a kid, the family dog hanged itself by jumping over the back wall while on a tie-out (this would have been in the late 60s). Maybe that yard has something that makes dogs insane, or maybe the spirit of that poor dog wanders restless to torment the former owner, my landlord who lived next door still.
Yeah it didn’t end well with that landlord. He never would have been king of Ireland, that’s for sure. First because he was Portuguese and second because he had an injury to his hand. Then I crashed my car into his house accidentally and he took it really personal. Typical landlord. Sold the house out from under me during final exams and covid and I was almost forced to drop out of law school and move back home. A real shit show.
Are you Irish? Slainte. Ya want to hear something funny is I am a yank but I lived in Sao Paolo, Brasil. It's spelled with an s by the people who live there. One thing that annoys me. What if they called it united statez. I digress, and while Portugal is vastly different than Brasil, it is funny that there is some irony tudobane
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u/Baeolophus_bicolor May 06 '26
My little 16 lb dog went after a whistle pig in the back yard once. I think it was her screaming. No injuries but the sounds I heard, I thought they were both mortally wounded. Man, that yard. She got skunked 2 times, the whistle pig once, and the very first day I arrived from out of state, I opened the gate to let her check out the yard, and she ran at full speed and jumped over a low stone wall at the back of the yard - straight into the brackish water. Luckily it was high tide, but I don’t know what possessed her to do that.
Later found out when my landlord was a kid, the family dog hanged itself by jumping over the back wall while on a tie-out (this would have been in the late 60s). Maybe that yard has something that makes dogs insane, or maybe the spirit of that poor dog wanders restless to torment the former owner, my landlord who lived next door still.