Black and Tan Coonhound

I was looking at dog breeds for some reason, I guess just the way one thing leads to another so easily on the internet.



A dog that looked almost exactly like this one showed up at our house one morning.

It was friendly and very appreciative of the food that we gave it, it probably burned a ton of calories hunting coons (racoons) the night before.

It hung around for a week or two, I tried not to get too attached to her because I was pretty sure that she belonged to one of the coon hunters around here and had just become separated from him on a night hunt.

One day we, Shelly, myself and the grand kids, were carrying in groceries.

My grandson was carrying a bunch of bananas when Daisy (yeah we named her) ran up and snatched away a banana and took off running.

Once she thought she was a safe distance away, she laid down to eat her ill gotten gain, she didn't like it of course.

I hate to see things go to waste, so I ate it, it was kind of wet and slimy, but tasted pretty good, not really, it tasted terrible. :)

A few days latter a friend came over on his four wheeler, it was in the evening and starting to get dark.

I was drinking a beer and being the wonderful host that I am, offered him one.

He said "No, I've got a six pack of tall boys outside, I'll get those."

He came back in with a puzzled look on his face.

"They're gone!"

(I live out in the country and the probability that someone stole them is extremely low.)

I said "They're gone?"

"Let's go look around."

We looked around for a few minutes and didn't see anything unusual, so we expanded the search area.

That's when I found Daisy laying down, on the other side of the house with a six pack of Coors tallboys.

She had bitten into about four of them and was lapping up the beer.

When she saw me, she picked up the beer, still spraying from the punctures, and took off running.

Like they say, "Truth is stranger than fiction!"