somebody poisoned my buddies dogs

Patches was a a small dog with a huge heart. If he did have a disability, nobody ever told him about it. He did more on three legs than we wish some of our four legged dogs could do. He loved to hunt and gave it his all every time he hit the woods. Despite his limitations, he would hunt out with the rest of them, and if there was ever a dog that could be counted on to be there when you or another dog needed him, it was Patches. There was never any bickering or arguing while hunting because he would just ignore other dogs' threats. It seemed like he was always either nose to the ground or head up listening for another dog's request for help. Whether he found swine himself or was helping out, you could count on him to lay teeth on a backside if needed and he was always caught with the bulldogs. He has been one of my favorite hog dogs in terms of his desire to hunt, willingness to help, and his love for a "good boy" and a pat on the head. I'll miss him always, and I'm glad he got to step up and be #1 before he left for better hunting grounds. God must have a heck of a hog problem up there to need a dog like Patches.
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