My neighbor just had some MAJOR bush-hogging done today. I’m talking MAJOR. They uncovered and stirred up a couple of Copperhead (ambush predators) nests. They killed some, but most of ‘em slinked toward the Stretchengetti. Problem is, it’s fall, and you can’t see ‘em…they blend in with the fallen leaves, and Stretch will get all up on one if he senses it. Not good. He doesn’t know. Not good at all. I would rather have the Mexican drug cartels in my back yard than Copperheads. Damn. Even a small Copperhead could kill Stretch in a second. This is fucked up. It doesn’t matter if I downshift to 8.5 in my shotgun…It’ll be too late before I can blast one. They are naturally camouflaged…you can’t see ‘em, but Stretch can sense ‘em.
Shit, they’re on the loose. I kid you not, this ain’t funny. It is damn near impossible to find a Copperhead in the fall. A small one can be fatal to a human, but a small dog is done. The thing about Stretch…he will find ‘em…no doubt about it…and he’ll get bitten…and he will die. I’m not gonna let that happen.
Fuck it, I need a Mongoose. But, since I don’t have one, I’m moving to plan B, which is covering Stretch’s ass. Can’t run wild on his Stretchengetti without a leash until I’m comfortable. I’m also wearing high boots when I go on patrol, and taking a shotgun with me. I fucking hate snakes.
I’ll probably never see one, but I can tell you for certain Stretch will. I am his protector. At least, I had some warning.
Stretch’s first kill was a snake…non-poisonous…but a snake all the same. Copperheads are a whole different ballgame.