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November 07, 2013

Heart of a Lion

Our beloved Princess lost her Battle Buddy, Sausage, three years ago. He was a dear friend who brought so much comfort and joy to our host - even when he was stealing her steak. Sausage was a Dachshund. A dog variety specifically bred to hunt badgers within the confines of their burrows (called setts), courage and fearlessness was a vital and highly-valued trait.
A Michigan dachshund named Bradley was no exception.

"When the men saw the 400-pound bear bear on the trail with her cubs, the bear stared them down, which made Bradley, who was only 4-5 pounds, jump off of the cart and go after her. The two got into a scuffle and the bear even threw Bradley, who didn’t give up in the fight. Eventually the bear grabbed the dog and took off into the woods. The group of men finally scared the bear away and Force rushed his brave dog to an emergency vet. Unfortunately, Bradley’s wounds were too severe and he died an hour after the attack."
Those of us who have been blessed with four-legged family understand well how they change our lives for the better. The Dark Lord's father was a great animal lover and made sure we grew up with dogs in the house. Consequently, she has had a dog ever since she left her parent's house to seek her own fortunes. While our current *terrorist cell* is not as populous, the Dark Side's various castles have seen the hair of as many as four dogs and one PITA of a cat at the same time on the furniture, the carpet, MH's uniforms, the beds....

I remember an email I received way back when the innertubes and email were fairly new. (Man, that was a long time ago!) The story told of a young boy who had accompanied his mom to the vet for their family dog's *last* visit. After the dog's passing, the mom was distraught and wondered aloud why their family pet had to be taken so soon. Her son answered that he knew why, "It's because dogs already know how to love unconditionally and don't need as much time here before they go to Heaven."
Bradley was the epitome of unconditional love. He gave his life to protect the master he loved, literally, with his entire being. Such courage and loyalty in that tiny 5 lb. body. Truly, the heart of a lion.

Posted by DL Sly at November 7, 2013 07:16 PM

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All Dogs go to Heaven.

Posted by: CAPT Mike at November 8, 2013 12:32 AM

That they do, Mike. The real test is whether or not we live to be the kind of people they believe we are.

Posted by: DL Sly at November 8, 2013 12:57 AM

I loved the part about Bradley being the dominant dog in a pack that included Rottweilers.

That is so typical of Weiner Beasts :) Mighty heart in a tiny body.

Thanks for this, and for the chance to remember Sausaggio. I still think of him almost every day.

Posted by: Cassandra at November 8, 2013 07:02 AM

I loved that, too. In our four dog terrorist cell, our smallest, Sadie, was the alpha female. Which was hilarious when you consider that she could walk underneath the other three without ducking. Tash, our Malamute/German Shepherd mix, is the only remaining member from that pack. She's had uncontrollable diabetes for three years now which took her sight early on, and, even though she'll be 9 this April, she still keeps the young whippersnappers in line when they start getting too rambunctious around her.

Posted by: DL Sly at November 8, 2013 06:07 PM