Oliver- just a grumpy cat looking for the right home!
Our guest blogger this post is Stacie Gooch- animal lover
We live on a 74 acre farm in Southern Tennessee with
pasture, wooded area, a running stream and a couple of ponds. Every farm and every young girl needs a good
dog. Mostly for companionship but on
occasion critter control as we have a wide variety of critters including deer,
turkeys, coyotes, bobcats, and snakes.
We have the good fortune to have two good dogs. Hoss, named after the good natured, gentle
giant from Bonanza and Queen Elizabeth, Lizzie for short. They are solid white German Shepherds. Known for loving their family, they were once
used as protection for royalty. They are
generally larger than other varieties of German Shepherd.
Michaela was in the fifth grade and had a mysterious illness.
Her legs would give out on her, she couldn’t walk and would be in intense
pain. She would have good days and the
doctors said to let her do whatever she felt like on those days. Thank the Lord she overcame it although we
never found the cause.
It was a chilly, fall day. She felt good and wanted to go
for a walk by herself in the woods. We
said ok but take the dogs with you. Hoss
and Lizzie were about two years old at the time. Off the three of them went, up the hill and
into the woods.
About 30 minutes passed and it started getting a little dark. We began calling Michaela and the dogs with
no response. Mike and I started
looking. Through the first wooded area
there was a pasture clearing and up the hill was another wooded area. When we reached the edge of the first area we
saw them. Michaela’s legs had indeed
given out. Lizzie was sitting beside her
on the ground keeping her warm. Hoss was
circling about 15 feet from them on high alert.
His ears were up and he was watching everything, constantly circling the
perimeter. He caught sight of us but
couldn’t distinguish who we were from that distance. He barked his “don’t come near here” bark and
ran immediately to Michaela and Lizzie.
Lizzie was on her feet in an instant maintaining her position at
Michaela’s side. Hoss took the other
side. Both dogs were barking, growling
and had there hackles were raised.
Nothing was going to get by them.
Nothing was going to get their girl.
Mike ran to get the truck to bring Michaela down from the
hill. I went to her. That night the dogs received a hero’s reward
of special attention and treats for doing their job.





