Message #398411

[djhogdogger]

I had a hyper Catahoula X Pit named "Max" that would piss on anyone who squatted down.  He was also bad about crapping in the dog box or anywhere else he felt like.  I swear he would grin while he did it!  Some of his conquest included my front porch, and the scales at the vets office. 

He was a pretty good wind dog, and would try to catch anything so his nasty habits were something of a novelty, and provided plenty of laughs.  I would put him on top of the dog box (untied) while riding through the management area during general gun season.  A friend called to tell me he had seen a hog cross the highway a few miles away.  I decided to leave Max on top of the box and take the highway to save time.  A cable company van got right up on my bumper and was trying to take a picture of Max standing on top of a live tied hog riding along at 65 mph.  True to form, Max assumed the position and took a dump.  The turds got caught in the wind and landed dead center of the cable vans wind shield.  I had trouble driving straight as the van backed off.