OT Dog stories

Stories at dogs always get me. My uncle had a dog named snake hound and he was a good watch dog and looked out for my cousin Mike when he was little. Mike was 6 or 7 at the time when he really did something wrong and my uncle was mad as a hornet at Mike for what he did. My uncle chased his boy Mike around the yard for a good 10 mins witch made him even madder! Well he finally got him with his left hand and drew back his right hand to swat Mike on the bottom and found snake hound had him by the right wrist and was grawling at him. he held my uncle till he let go of Mike and Mike was gone and he let go and started barking at my uncle, It was like ah he11 no you aint going to hit Mike or even think about doing this again! Snake hound was very protective of Mike.

Snake hound didn't like Fat Albert (Not his name) at all because he kicked snake hound once. Well one day Fat Albert was walking up the side walk to the house. Well it really wasent a walk more of a shuffle because his feet never passed each other. Snake hound snuck up from behind Fat Albert and got a mouth full of his right butt check and hung on! I never knew a man that big could move that fast or scream that loud! Snake hound looked like a rag in the wind! As he got to the house Snake hound let go and sit down on the porch looking at Fat Albert with a he he he snicker look on his face. My uncle was sitting there watching the whole thing and told Fat Albert See I told you he would get you back! Fat Albert didn't say a word he just turned and shuffled back to his truck holding his butt the hole way. All my uncle said to Snake hound was "Good Boy" I didn't want to talk to him anyway!

There was not a stray dog or car on the place and there wasn't a ground hog for a mile of the farm to boot! Got to love a good dog! Bandit

So I have to ask! Is the name "Snakehound" significant?

We had a German Shepherd that guarded Mom whenever she went out if the house. He would chase the livestock away if she went to look at them, which kind of aggravated her.

He also didn't like anyone driving in the yard if she was home alone. There were a couple of batchelor brothers who liked to get real drunk and stop in to see my Dad, who didn't drink. One day they came when we were out in the fields; one of them got out of the house and staggered up to the door. Mom was watching from the window when the Shepherd grabbed onr of his pants legs and drug him back towards the car. The drunk was cursing the dog but the dog wouldn't let loose until the drunk got back into the car!

When my younger brother was small, we had a cocker spaniel that looked out for him. The dog wouldn't let any of us touch my little brother's toys; dog would bite us if we tried to move a toy.

Sometimes the names have no significance, other than they just seem appropriate. Nephew had a 1/2 Catahoula 1/2 Heinz 57, named "Shovelhead". It just seemed like the right name for him. He had no redeeming features, and wasn't the brightest bulb in the box- but I think he realized that he'd better have a pretty good personality, because he sure wasn't getting by on his looks. So he just kind of galumphed around, occasionally barking randomly and for no apparent reason. To which we'd always respond, "Shut up, Shovelhead", and he'd wag his tail, thankful for the attention.

I had a neighbor that acquired a Heinz 57 brown puppy. They appropriately named him "Browndog" After Browndog died they got a black puppy.....you guessed it.

When I was a kid, we had an old German Shepherd, aptly named "Shep".

He had to be the dumbest dog on the planet. I always said he was living proof that God has a sense of humor.

His only redeeming feature was with my sister playing the piano and me playing my fiddle we could get him to howling so loud the folks would throw all three of us out of the house.

He always slept on the porch in front of the screen door going out of the front door of the house. On night he died overnight. Next morning Dad had to go out the back door and drag the dead dog away from the front door.

had a german Shepard years ago named juneau [ g/f named him] and he thought she was "mom" one time ol juneau and the gf were home alone,
one of the door to door religious types started coming up the drive,for whatever reason ol juneau took a dislike to them, g/f later told me that dog hit the screen door all teeth and growl and snapping his jaws, scared her and the visitor , it was a longtime before we had another pair come up the drive

Somebody dumped this guessing 4 year old black mixed mutt out at a friends place. He gave him to me, and before the day was over he and I were soul mates. I named him buddy, he was my protector every minute. One day three of my drunk friends came over, this one stagger up to me, going to put his hands on my shoulder, I saw buddy just in time, or Arnett would've only needed one rear pants pocket. Buddy would let somebody pull in and unload stuff, but wouldn't let you pick it back up. One day I had an engine for sale in the ad finder, guy and his wife came from iowa to look at it. The first thing he asked was if the dog bit, I said only if you pick up something. He didn't take three steps till he reached down and picked up a small block of wood. Buddy nailed him good in the calf of his leg, brought blood. That guy must have jumped six feet straight up, his wife looked at him and said, you dumb$$, he just told you not to pick up anything. He ended up buying the engine, but he sure kept his hands in his pockets till the engine was loaded.

We had a dog"muffin" she was very protective. When our son was small , wife was working in front yard dog and son there. The dog was always between the road and son. No biting just blocking. Dog was like an invisible fence. joe

Well that's how he got his name, When he was 6 or 8 months old he went after and killed 4 foot snake (don't know what kind) so that's what my uncle started to call him, Snake Hound. Bandit

My dad owned a body shop until the day he died. He had this little black poodle that lived at the shop. You only saw this dog if it wanted to be seen. Would eat anything my dad ate except ketchup. Darn thing DID NOT like a certain type of black men (you know the ones you never take your eyes off ) and pot smokers! That dog turned into the meanest Rottweiler you ever saw. Other than those types of people you never knew the dog existed. The other crazy thing is it could hear a pair of scissors being snipped 20 miles away and the only one that could trim the bondo balls away was my dad with her growling like mad.

My old dogs were brothers and different as night and day except for hunting ground hogs then they were a tag team. Burt and Ernie both were big hound dogs and yes Bert and Ernie my ex girlfriend named them, I should have taken a clue from them as they didn't like her at all. I am 5'11" and Burt could stand up put his paws on my shoulder and look me in the eyes and Ernie was as big too. They love to hunt ground hogs or muskrats or coons. They would sit and watch a hole half a day till the ground hog came out, Then it was on! They would circle the ground hog and one of them was always between the hog and the whole then they would move in and take him down. They got 150 to 200 ground hogs together and they were very good at it.

Now the oil and water man knew that when they came they knew to do what they were there to do and not to go looking around. Bert would get in front of the house so he could watch the guy pull the hose to the house and put fuel oil in then go back to the truck and leave. Same thing when the guy that hauls water would come. The first time a buddy came by the house he jumped out of the car and ran around to the front ware he was met Bert. As he jumped up and put his paws on his shoulders and put him on his back on the hood of his car screaming for me. Poor Ronnie didn't know what to do but not move. I walked out to find Bert on top of him just looking like Hay man who are you? look to him. I told him to get down and he came over and sit by me and it was all good. Dad use to hate him because every time we would be under a car or truck working Bert would wait till dads hat would fall off and had his hand tied up and he would sneak under and start licking the top of dads bald head like there was not tomorrow! God dad would get so mad at him but man it was funny. They were 14 and 15 when they died. They been gone for 18 years and I still miss both of them they were just good old dogs.

I still remember the time the bible thumpers came to the door and dad ask them very nicely to leave and they just kept talking. All dad said was Bert Ernie to the car, The 2 guys just looked at each other like What? Bert & Ernie came out from behind the bushes and them 2 took off running with Bert & Ernie right on there heals! And they didn't come back again. Bert loved to take rides in the truck and there was no telling him no as he was going so he got to lots of places and never bothered anyone. He was just out and about having a good time, And he did. I wish I could have another dog just like him, He was just a good old dog. Bandit

We had a dog named Captain-he was given to me at about 6 monthes old,he was 1/2 german shepherd and 1/2 huskey. He was very hairy-always shedding.He would lay outside sometimes on his back,sound asleep, in 10' weather. First time,I thought he was dead!He loved fetch and would bring you a stick or a ball and keep chasing it and bringing it back. One time I was cutting firewood and he kept bothering me so I took the stick and threw it into the briar bush.He jumped in and grabbed that stick and brought it back to quick as a flash:do it again!Sometimes I wanted to go in the house and he would keep bringing the stick,so I would throw it over 2 fences into the hay field.He had to run 400-500feetwhile I only had to go 40 feet and he would beat me to the back door.It was always the same stick.I timed him once and he ran 35 mph.Tell him jump from the ground over the side of a 4wd truck and up and in he went into the bed without touching the sides.Put his food out and he would look at it and eat it later. He was a decent watch dog too.I miss him a lot.Mark

One of the most 'original' names I know of, was a dog named "dee-oo-gee".

I have been raising Australian Shepherds. Just love them.

Growing up we had the third dumbest dog in Richland County, OH. I was 6 years old, just starting to drive Dad's Allis B hauling feed and water to chickens non pasture. Old Wags decided to sit with her tail in front of the front wheel of the tractor. I drove right over it, and stopped, still on her tail. Not a good move, I nearly lost my driving privileges. She survived, with somewhat crooked tail, but did not get any smarter.

The woman that runs the pound in McCook had one there that she called D-O-G. Someone doing some paperwork asked her how to spell it.

Old Charley. Blind and deaf still made his rounds. Stop at the house, eat, take a nap, roll through town, stop and take a nap and eat a little, he'd be back up to the farm by chore time. Still liked to ride.
He was Chuck and Cheif's dad. Chuck would jump in back of a 4x4 pick-up with the gate up. If you got him excited he'd land on the hood, look around, and go over the cab to get into the bed. They hunted groundhogs together. Always had 3 or 4 ripening in the yard waiting to be eaten.

Someone dropped off a pit bull one summer. He'd grab the knot on the rope swing and my sister and I would swing him around. Mom came out the back door yelling at us one afternoon and he let go of the rope at the top of the swing and hit the ground running to get between us and her. She walked in and called the pound, knew she'd get bit, probably sooner than later.

Mom took in a German Shepherd shortly before losing her mind and leaving dad. A neighbor's dog came by and dad had a pile of puppies soon afterward. Borrowed a 12 gauge from one of his cousins and took her out and shot her a groundhog. Dad went from buying 100 pounds of dog food a week to buying 50 pounds every other week. She was quite a hunter. We talked about keeping one of the pups one afternoon, but when we got home the lady who was adopting them out had got the last 2 and the mom already.

Then there's Huck. He was my lean mean fat-reducing eating machine. Shared all my meals with him. Tried feeding him hi protein food and lots of fat and couldn't put any weight on him. He liked to run though. Would sometimes wake up to him having a shouting match with the coyotes out behind the house. He could be a turd.
He liked to ride, too. All the way up to Cabela's like this, and most of the way back. He slept well that night. Still wish I knew who ran him over last summer a 1/4 mile from the house and didn't have the decency to stop and tell me.

I remember a dog we had when I was a kid named Rover.He was similar to my Captain except no fetching.But if you put him in the hi-loader bucket, you could raise him up most of the way and he did not try to jump out,but instead stood on the edge enjoying the view! Mark

We had a mutt, 70 pounds of solid muscle, would kill a woodchuck in about 3 seconds, grab em, shake em and pieces would fly. We told the kids if you get home from school and we aren't home bring the dog in, you want to walk in the woods take the dog, only way someone could get near them would be to kill that dog first. One time we were all snowshoeing and the wife started something so I pretended she was hurting me, the dog nipped her butt. He was a good dog!