The post Killer Instinct offered a window into Galen’s personality. For those who haven’t read it, Galen is the dog that sits on our deck and watches groundhogs feast on whatever it is they find edible in our backyard. My previous dog, Gryffin, was a hunter who viewed groundhogs (and rabbits, squirrels, deer, birds…) as the enemy, invaders to be vanquished from his soil.
The other day, very much out of character, Galen took off after a large grey groundhog just a couple of feet from our shed. Before I could scream for the groundhog to run – I was afraid what it might do to Galen, an Aussie/lab mix that is more herder than hunter, more lover than fighter – Galen tackled the critter.
I don’t know which animal was more stunned. Galen steamrolled right over the groundhog and kept running. No killer, she; though, she might make a great linebacker. The groundhog lay motionless before righting itself and scurrying under the shed.
I have to believe pure animal instinct sent Galen sprinting toward the groundhog. But the entirety of her action confirmed what I already knew: the groundhogs that venture into our yard are safe under her watch. They might get the wind knocked out of them, but they’ll live.