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In my opinion dogs, have an uncanny preview of events to come. This cannot be denied. However, we often try to explain it. It remains unexplainable.
One such dog from my past was Mugs.
Mugs was part Boxer; a very powerful male.
When he came to live with us he was wild and unruly. Having been chained without a collar, the chain had torn up his neck. His neck had healed and grown over his chain time and time again. The chain was removed at our house. The smell was almost unbearable as I am sure was the pain.
His fear and anger was proof of the incredible pain.
We were told to stay away from him for a while. My love for dogs would not permit this.
We had oil stove in the kitchen of our house and Mugs sought refuge behind this. I knelt beside it talking to him as he growled his warning to me. Every few growls he would lift his head look beyond me and display his large canines.
Still I stayed talking to him.
Before long I raised my hand ever so slowly, reaching to him. His display grew more intense.
Inches stood between my tender young flesh and his bone crushing teeth. So very easily could he have ended my attempts at friendship. His powerful jaw muscles, more than adequate to send me into flight. Yet he reached out and took my hand into his mouth gently and directly.
My mother over reacted at the sight of this but both Mugs and I remained calm.
From this point on Mugs and I were to be good friends.
We did most things together, that kids and dogs do.
A friend and I who went through troubles and adventures together, for one reason or another decided to make perfume and sell it.
It must have been early in the fall or late summer as I remember heating our concoction on the oil stove. I also recall adding rose pedals to the mixture but the other ingredients fail me.
I do remember we bottled it in whatever we could find to hold it. Then having done this went off to sell it door to door. Mugs, of course joined us.
Most people we met being women, were generous and kind. They would smile and give us a nickel or dime but mostly refuse the product we offered.
Mugs would be right beside us.
As we approached one house, Mugs sat on the walk way, waiting. He refused our invitation to come up onto the porch. As I called to him, the door opened and a lady stood there smiling down at us. We offered our perfume for sale and she lifted a bottle to her nose.
Her face quickly contorted as she sent the bottle flying. She screamed out her dislike for our product.
We naturally
laughed and turned quickly to leave.
This lady was having none of this. Calling to her husband to come quickly, we began to see how violent this household was.
As the husband came towards us, clearing the steps, all the while cursing us, Mugs went into action.
Getting in between the crazed adults and us, he made clear his warning.
This is the only house Mugs did not approach with us. He kept himself in clear view and in a position from which he could defend us.
I believe he knew the trouble that lay ahead.
Somehow this dog sensed it.
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