TOUGH DOG MAKES IT BACK HOME AFTER BEING SHOT AND BURNED - “A neighboring family admits they shot the dog because it was raiding their chicken coop, and later burned the animal because they thought it was dead.”
A Blue Heeler named Bo was shot twice, thrown into a barrel and burned by neighbors because he raided a chicken coop. Bo somehow survived and made it back home in Worland, Wyoming.  In Wyoming, it is legal to shoot dogs for the purposes of protecting livestock. Fortunately, after a long period of recovery, Bo is doing much better. Here’s more from latimes.com:

Not long before, according to a report filed with the Washakie County Sheriff’s Office, neighbors Genevieve Gerber and her 18-year-old son, Wesley, returned home to spot a dog in their chicken coop.
The boy grabbed his rifle and shot twice, grazing the dog on the cheek and in the back.
The dog was Bo. And the Gerbers thought he was dead.
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So the boy dragged the dog to a burn barrel in the front yard, doused the body with gasoline, and lighted a match. “The next thing you know, the dog comes popping up out of there in flames,” Mike Gerber told the Casper newspaper, saying he watched the now-flaming dog run in a circle.
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Slowly, Bo got better. He was unable to lie down on his own for 44 days, and Redland said he would cry at times because of the pain. He still limps sometimes, because the burned skin around his back legs has shrunk….“He’s still the same sweet dog,” Redland, 25, told The Times. “If you don’t pet him, he nudges you. His hair is a lot shorter now.”
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“Bo’s alive because he came home,” Redland said. “He knew where home was.”

Bo got himself into some big trouble, but he somehow made it back home. Click here for the full story. (Photo by Abby Redland)

TOUGH DOG MAKES IT BACK HOME AFTER BEING SHOT AND BURNED - A neighboring family admits they shot the dog because it was raiding their chicken coop, and later burned the animal because they thought it was dead.”

A Blue Heeler named Bo was shot twice, thrown into a barrel and burned by neighbors because he raided a chicken coop. Bo somehow survived and made it back home in Worland, Wyoming.  In Wyoming, it is legal to shoot dogs for the purposes of protecting livestock. Fortunately, after a long period of recovery, Bo is doing much better. Here’s more from latimes.com:

Not long before, according to a report filed with the Washakie County Sheriff’s Office, neighbors Genevieve Gerber and her 18-year-old son, Wesley, returned home to spot a dog in their chicken coop.

The boy grabbed his rifle and shot twice, grazing the dog on the cheek and in the back.

The dog was Bo. And the Gerbers thought he was dead.

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So the boy dragged the dog to a burn barrel in the front yard, doused the body with gasoline, and lighted a match. “The next thing you know, the dog comes popping up out of there in flames,” Mike Gerber told the Casper newspaper, saying he watched the now-flaming dog run in a circle.

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Slowly, Bo got better. He was unable to lie down on his own for 44 days, and Redland said he would cry at times because of the pain. He still limps sometimes, because the burned skin around his back legs has shrunk….“He’s still the same sweet dog,” Redland, 25, told The Times. “If you don’t pet him, he nudges you. His hair is a lot shorter now.”

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“Bo’s alive because he came home,” Redland said. “He knew where home was.”

Bo got himself into some big trouble, but he somehow made it back home. Click here for the full story. (Photo by Abby Redland)

Spunky the Wander Dog

Submission from aprilonline.  Thank you for telling us about Spunky, he looks like an angel.  

This is Spunky, a Blue Heeler/German Shepard mix.  He is my white shadow, where I go… he goes, makes no matter if it is to the corner market or the distance from Knettishall Heath to Holme-next-the-Sea along Pedar’s Way.  Spunky was selected and adopted from the pound in Alamogordo New Mexico  and named by my then 10 year old son.  They were on the road to becoming fast friends… and then somewhere, sometime, Spunky started hanging with me instead.  Since then we have wandered the deserts of New Mexico, flown across the Atlantic and have traipsed around most of Norfolk and Suffolk together.  He is my best bud.  This year my last son finishes school and leaves home.  I think Spunky the puppy knew I would need him more than the boy did.  I am ever grateful for his enthusiasm for life, his patience with my disabilities and his undying love for me.  His presence is making this year much easier to bear.