Vermin no. 14
If anyone in my furry family deserved a trophy, it would have been our dog Lacie.
Its been a few years since she has passed but I would gladly send a trophy towards that rainbow bridge.
The Humane society found her and her other mates with mom on the streets of Wilmington, Delaware.
We gladly sent our info to adopt and had an appt to see them.
Lacie had two different colored eyes.
One blue and one green.
She looked to be a husky.. mixed with other sand colored breeds.
She complimented our other dog Riley as she could hold her own to him.
What we didn’t realize until a few years in was that she had a talent.
This wasn’t taught but rather born into the genetic code of the breed.
Lacie seemed to be much closer to a wolf then a dog.
She would woot woot and howl and would also hunt.
At first I thought it was just a cat and mouse game.
One squirrel had teased her too much and she had a chip on her shoulder.
But it became clear that she was a huntress.
Over the years one squirrel became two and so on and so forth.
Sometimes there was physical evidence and maybe a scratch on her face.
She was fast and very quiet.
A predatory gaze with hunched over shoulders were her stance.
She lived to be 12 but had a plethora of wins to her belt.
It was born in and I admired her abilities.
She was loyal and sweet and like to be petted on her ears.
She also was a hunter, capable of capturing tree rodents.
Vermin no. 14.