RIP To The Best Ones I’ve Ever Owned

Thanks for all the kind words guys. I have security cameras around my entire house after an issue before with neighbors. I made myself go back and watch them to see what happened. Thorn escaped the fence he was in on the opposite side of the yard and went and laid on the ground right in front of Dum Dum’s kennel. He then jumped up and attacked another dog for a minute, left, came back, and then got ahold of Dum Dum. The hog panel on my kennels is big enough for the dogs to fit their heads through. Dum Dum stuck his head out and thorn grabbed him and he didn’t stand a chance. They were locked up like that for over an hour. It was about 12 hours later when I got home. I was crying like a baby holding Dum Dum and then saw thorn laying down in some wheat straw about 15ft away. When I walked up to him he just gave me this sad look like he knew what he had done. He was my first dog and we had a great bond. We lived in 4 different houses together and I had him before I even met my wife. It was hard for me to put a bullet in him but it had to be done. Those same two got in a fight when I was in Afghanistan. They had locked up inside he house and Dum Dum nearly killed Thorn. Ever since then they had been separated outside of hunting.

All I’m left with is two young pups from Justin Corbell that are under a year old, Dum Dum’s sister (not as good of a hunter and not built as good as him), and Dum Dum’s niece (Dum Dum’s sister bred to Thorns now dead brother, and she’s just an RCD) even hunting those two I could probably adjust and catch some pigs but the risk would be too high of them getting injured without some back up.

I planned on using Dum Dum for my foundation for breeding. He had everything I wanted. Even though his sister doesn’t really compare to him, she’s now the last access I have to his blood so I’m probably going to put her up and use her for breeding when I’m able to take on pups again. If something happens to her I’ll lose that blood forever. I just hate it because while she’s a decent dog, and she will find pigs... she doesn’t have the drive, the skills, or the build that her brother had. He had the perfect build, great swimmer, awesome confidence, he’d do it all. Even at the end, he was game. With both ears ripped off and his face and neck tore to pieces he continued fighting until his death, trying to live. Finding him and holding his body was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I just ran him the day before to help a buddy try to find an escaped pig, now I wish I would’ve taken some pictures of him showing the two pups how to get out there and hunt.

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