This wonderful beast wandered up to the hermitage over the weekend. She’s no stray, but is surely a throw away. She looks to be 1 1/2 years old, and just had a litter of pups. The owners had her tail chopped, but it seems they decided to get rid of her instead of paying to get her… um… taken care of… Holy Souls Mountain, being the most out of the way place in the world, is the biggest dumping grounds of unwanted pets there is.
“Doggie” (Great name, huh?), seems to be a cross between a pit bull and… I dunno… perhaps a coyote. I always thought that coyotes were simply wild dogs of North America. It turns out that they are small wolves. Yikes! Cross that with a pit bull! Yikes again.
But Doggie, mind you, if the absolutely friendliest dog ever I’ve seen in my life. She hasn’t been abused at all, as she doesn’t at all shy away if you lift your hand to pet her. Instead, she loves the attention, to say the least. She’s had breakfast a few times at the hermitage, and I’ve made her a little place under the steps to take shelter from the cold. I think she now calls HSH her home. I love that.
And… and… she doesn’t bother the chickens. And… and… the chickens don’t pay her any attention at all.
Now, just to say. There are many stories about dogs and saints. I think there is one with Saint Francis, but I forget what happened in that case. I know Saint John Bosco had a guardian dog called Griggio (The Grey One), who protected at him at propitious times. Saint Padre Pio, diversely, was attacked multiple times by Satan in the form of a dog (depicted in Miracle Man as a rottweiler, though I don’t know if that would be right).
Anyway, for as long as she stays, Doggie is welcome. She already proven to be a good watch dog. I’ll have to see if the soup kitchen has any left over dog food.
Just in case you’ve never read this chapter of the Dog-Woman, here it is. Yikes!