Well, this one time, Timmy fell in the well, and that dog wouldn't leave me alone until I alerted all the townfolk to drag him out.
I actually had a neat experience as an adult, I was taking the garbage out, and it was a really nice summer might, so I sat down on my apartment steps, and a beautiful little fox came across right in front of me, and sat down and looked at me for a few moments. Then he just got up and casually walked away. I was all smiles the rest of the night. He wasn't scared at all, and it was the first time I'd ever seen a fox in real life.
aww. my uncle had a fox that would come around all the time and they'd come home to him sleeping on their front step. he was such a sweetheart, but he came by one time and it looked like he had mange and then he never came back so he must have died. they get used to people really quick when they're fed, at the plant i worked at before we were told not to feed foxes but people still did and almost every shop in the mine had their own pet fox, people would pick them up and everything. they're cool little animals.
Did they just get used to humans interacting with them in that area or were they just friendly little critters by nature? I am not familiar with them, myself.
I think they just get used to people easily, they don't really seem timid often.
I have never seen a fox in real life as they don't frequent these parts but I would have to say if I did get to interact with a fox, that would be the story that I would carry with me forever. Did you get to see any other foxes in your lifetime since?
Sort of--I had one with a dead animal that kind of shaped my basic philosophy on life.
When I was ten I was exploring in the woods with one of my friends. We saw a dead raccoon up ahead. My friend, suspicious and from a religious family, didn't want to go near it for fear that we'd disturb its spirit or something like that. So we gave it a wide berth.
Some months later I was in that area of the woods, alone, just walking along, and I realized that I was in the same spot. I remembered where the raccoon's body was. The place where it had been was now a patch of new, bright green grass. The circle of life in action! And I thought, "How amazing! The raccoon decomposed--maggots and insects fed on it--which helped the soil, which helped the grass grow." And who ate the grass? Other animals. Who ate those animals? We did.
It felt like an epiphany. I'm not spiritual at all and I don't believe in any religious teachings...but finding that dead raccoon gave me an interesting new perspective on life, I think.
This story isn't exactly a "mind-melding experience," since the animal was not alive, but I felt a connection to it.
Oh that's a mind-meld absolutely, just on a different level. I get it completely. I am not religious myself but the connection with nature's way is strong and I taught my daughter to be aware of that connection, however tenuous, at an early age. I am lucky to live on acreage where we have a 'pet sematary' for all the farm critters that pass on and I think that the whole process of the soil sinking into the ground a bit as the body decomposes and green things growing in that spot teaches children all about how our beloved don't actually leave us, they just become something else.
A neighbor's dog would always come sit with me on my driveway while I drew in chalk. I decided he didn't like his family much and preferred me, but it was probably just because I would give him food everytime he came over. :\
Did you have a dog yourself? If you didn't, perhaps he knew that you paid more attention to him than his ingrate family and he just liked you for that reason alone.
I was playing a make believe game with my little brother and my best friend in the woods, we were playing that there were monsters we had to watch out for. I saw a bear about 20 feet to my left and screamed MONSTER and we all booked it down the trail but in retrospect.. duude. if it let me get that close like legit 20 feet away it obviously was well-fed on garbage and not scared of people. if we had wandered in between it and a cub it could have been bad. or if it just suddenly spooked and felt threatened. and my brother was soo little and slow.
& my dad wanted to teach me about being safe etc and we had to call fish&wildlife to come set up a trap and stay out of the woods until it was caught. and I went up to the trap after it was in there to "apologize" before the fish cops came.
To be honest as a little kid, I would have had to talk myself out of letting that bear out of that trap before they showed up. Did you get up close and personal to study and talk to him?
I got closer than I should have. & the traps snap shut really hard I don't think I'd have been able to open it haha. Or ballsy enough. I knew bears could be dangerous I just felt like since I was the one who called, it was my fault s/he had to die. Even though someone would have called to report a problem bear eventually anyways I felt responsible. I grew up fishing and hunting but I was still a bleeding heart for animals not being killed for food, "it's not his fault people leave their garbage out!!" haha
Not when I was a kid, but when I was 20 I did a study-abroad thing in Paris and the only person/thing I was homesick for was my dog. People I could talk to on the phone or online, but not him, you know? So one afternoon I stopped for lunch with a friend at a cafe near our school, and as we were eating some strange Golden Retriever (the same breed as my dog was) came over and sat down at my feet. I think he belonged to the waitress, or at least she seemed to know him, but the whole time I was there he was my buddy. :) It made my day.
When I would go away for a few days or longer, I would phone home and someone would answer and I wouldn't talk to them I would just say hi, cam you put (my little dog) Jemma on please? And I had my loved ones trained to hold the phone up to Jemma's ear while I talked to her for a few minutes. Sometimes, shw was not in the mood and I could here them scrabbling after her while she was trying to get away from the scary phone.
I had a neighbor dog rip half my face off. I married my cat.
We lived in a house that backed a wooded area where people would dump their unwanted animals, mostly cats and kittens, so there was quite a feral cat population. It broke my heart that we couldn't afford to help them outside of putting out cheap cat food and leftovers. Some of the smaller ones would shyly be your friend and let you pet them and one or two would be brave enough to come into the house.
Long story short, one cat we named Ralph was one who became somewhat domesticated and stayed with me while I played outside. One day, he never came back and we thought the worst. Months later, he showed up at our door healthy and fat, obviously taken care of. He came inside our house and let us pet him after he checked on everything like he used to. When he went to the door to be let out, he looked at me as if to say he was ok and not to worry and I never saw him again.
Oh that is a wonderful story. Well, except the ending, perhaps. I had two cats when I moved onto this farm and one turned into a half-wild barn cat. He would come home every two weeks or so, come in the house for a sniff or two, scarf down a bunch of food, let me pet him for a bit and then take off again for another two weeks. I'd see him slinking about the barns and hunting in the fields. I felt slighted to be honest. But he was fat and happy and seemed to enjoy being a barn cat keeping the mouse population down.
one time these three ducks hung out on my front lawn for about a week. i was around 9 or 10, so it was awesome to come home from school and find some ducks hanging out at my house. Sometimes they'd even come up to the porch and I think we fed them once in a while.
I wonder what the attraction was at your place? Was there a pond near your house? There are a few ponds around my place and there are ducks hanging out there all the time except when the ponds freeze over but they are snobby ducks and don't pay me any attention.
My aunt and uncle rescued a 6 month old dog when my cousin and I were kids. He was a German Shepherd/Rottweiler-Mix, pretty big guy.
They divorced, my uncle took the dog and I didn't see him for a couple of years because we lost contact.
When I saw him again the dog was already 15 years old, almost blind and overall really weak.
I didn't think he'd recognize me, but as I sat in the kitchen he came up to me, placed his big head in my lap and didn't leave my side for the rest of the evening.
They had to put him to sleep a couple of weeks later. I'm still tearing up over this a bit. :/
Some dogs have exceptional memories for certain people. A dog that I spent any time stritching them lots and fawning over them seem to remember me even if I only see them once every couple of years.