Og's Dog

This is dog blogging on a whole new level.....

Here's a taste:

About nine AM, dad gets out of bed, his one day off in two weeks, and starts working on his persistent honeydew list, and I hear a ruckus outside.

There are dogs all around Ginger's cage. She has come into heat, and is the most popular mutt in town, with every neighborhood cur looking to tear a piece off. Dad goes outside to chase off the neighbor dogs, and when he gets there, he finds the dogs gone, and Ginger perched atop the doghouse. The reason soon becomes obvious, as there is a badger the size of a big dog trying to get on top of the doghouse and at Ginger. Dad yells to me in the house and I come running out, he's grabbed a rake and is whacking away at this thing (a BADGER!) and yelling for me to get his shotgun. I run back in the house and grab his 870, thumbing three shells into the magazine as I run back outside. Dad has the badger chewing on the (METAL!) end of the rake as he tries to keep it away from him and the dog, and he flips the rake handle at me and grabs the shotgun. I grab for the rake handle and miss, klutz that I am, and the badger heads for dad.

Ginger, more alert and coordinated than me, and normally the gentlest dog on the surface of the planet, sinks her teeth into the badger's neck, and I learned, firsthand, what the meanng of "making the fur fly" is. I didn't know where the dog started and the badger began, and Dad, who had fallen on his backside when the ruckus started, was trying to get a bead on the badger without aiming at the dog.

At some point, and I remember this quite clearly, the dog, whose teeth never left the badger's neck, had it's hind leg in the badgers mouth, both it's front paws on the back of the badger's head. They seemed to be able to levitate, for no part of their body seemed to be touching the ground.

I grabbed a hind leg, I never did figure out which animal, and hauled it into the air, at which point the badger stopped ministering to the dog's foot and started lunging at me. I let go posthaste, and dog and badger hit the ground, split apart for the first time, and I leapt to the top of the doghouse. Ginger leapt into my arms, shitting and pissing in terror, and dad, who finally has a clear shot, sends the badger to Allah.

h/t Richmond and friends