Originally posted by squbrigg
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Re: Lunch
Story of my life. When I carry a camera, it acts like an animal repellant and I never see anything.
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..what no Scooby treats Whitecree??
Yowza, has your adrenalin stopped running yet? Thats truly amazing...Leave a comment:
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Should have stuck your arm out for a lick....or taste......all in the way you look at it!!!
Lunch is right!!! And you're on the menu!
Just kidding, he/she probably wouldn't bother you, except to protect itself or the pack. Chase you off, yes, but wolf attacks are very rare.....unless you're a deer. But with those teeth grinning at you, better safe than sorry. Somebody get this lad a camera....he see's all these things but we never see pics.......maybe he's been tippling?Smile
BobLeave a comment:
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At least you didn't say you were on the way to grandma's house. I think if he did bite you all he would get was wood chip's.
RonLeave a comment:
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WHAT!
NO PICS !
SLACKER !
lol
glad you didn't get up the courage to check his tag !
AshLeave a comment:
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Lunch
I was driving around rather late last night - or early this morning, whichever you way you want to look at it. About 2:am, anyway.
There's a steel decked bridge that runs over a river with woods and campgrounds - now closed - to either side of it. These woods run for miles along the river, all the way up to the river's source.
Anyway, I've just crossed this bridge when I see a handsome dog standing in the middle of the roadway. Of course, I slow right down, blip the horn to get doggy to move, but he won't go.
So I drive up closer and closer. Silly mutt isn't even looking at me, staring real hard off to one side.
Well, no traffic at that time of day, so I stop and start looking around. Maybe the little doggy has been 'running' a deer with some buddies. But, nope. Whatever the mutt is looking at, I can't see it, and whatever it was, must have moved off because when I look at the mutt once more, he is now looking at me.
What a handsome shepherd/husky/samoyed cross! Such a gorgeously ruffed and bushy tail, held so high and proud. Such huge paws, he must have some Clysedale in him as well.
Well, I just couldn't resist. I crank the window down, lean out and start patting the side of the car. Whistling and calling to him, I try to encourage him to come closer. I'd love to give him a scritch and maybe a friendly tug on the truly awesome bush of a tail.
That's when my subconscious started yelling at me. Really bushy tail, huge oversize paws, and now he is staring me right. in. the. face.
Uh-oh...
About this time, the little doggy lifts his upper lip to show me his teeth, and the expression on his face so clearly says "Whattaya want, lunch."
Needless to say, I quietly, but quickly, stopped annoying Mr. Wolf and drove away.
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