Cancer sucks no matter what species. Today we put down a dang good dog because of bladder cancer.
Rosco was only 6 years old and I don’t even think he’d hit his prime. When we was let down and pointed, you knew 100% their was a covey there.
When I first started helping out at the plantation he was the only dog I was sorta afraid of. He was about 2 and mean as a snake. Even though it looked like he was smiling, I just didn’t trust him. He was never aggressive to me, just other dogs whenever one of the girls came into heat.
One day while feeding and cleaning kennels one of the girls was in heat next to Roscoe’s kennel. I always let all the males out together, then the females. Well one of the older males went in his kennel to check the female out through the fence and Rosco didn’t like it. They went at it and ole Rosco had a grip on that dog I couldn’t break with my bare hands.
The manager had told me the only way to break up their fights was to basically drown them out. I thought spraying them down with a high pressure hose would do it. I quickly realized we were about to lose a dog if I didn’t do something quick, so I shoved that hose down Rosco’s throat and turned on the water. He gagged enough I was able to get the other dog out of his kennel.
That did nothing for fear, lol.
When I go to put the dogs up after cleaning kennels they’d all kennel except Rosco. I’d grab his collar and he wouldn’t budge unless I’d use some serious force. It always made me nervous for some reason.
I’d finally had enough and decided we’d have a face to face. I knelt down in front of him and just started talking to him and held his face in my hand while rubbing his ears. He licked me dead in the face and I laughed and rubbed his back a few times and told him to kennel up and he went right in.
This was our “bond” lol. Every time since that day he always stops short and waits until I kneel down and give him a good rub around the ears and back and then he’ll kennel. Apparently pointers are a smart breed cause there’s now about 5 of them that follow Roscoe’s lead and stop right outside their open gates and wait for me to make my rounds of me talking to them and giving them a good rub down before they’ll kennel.
Old Rosco will be missed. I imagine the kennels are pretty quiet this evening.
Here’s a few pics of the manager, his wife, and Roscoe’s empty kennel.
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