Moose The War Dog

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This site would not be complete without the tear jerking pile of
steaming horse-ca-ca known as...

"The Tale Of Moose The War Dog"...

In this story, located at the following link... http://www.uswardogs.org/id43.html

Larry tells the story of Moose - who took his place during the vietnam
war - this story is complete and utter horse shit and disputes several
of the lies he told prior to this one...

Here is is in its entirety... I didn't write this - only Larry could
make up shit like this! rotflmfao!!


MOOSE THE WAR DOG

I am Fast Larry and I graduated from high school in 1961. I became 1-
a and subject to the draft. The next year I married my high school
sweetheart, got married, and entered college. I went to 2-a. When I
got out of college in 1965, I now had 2 kids and went to 3-a. They
did not draft married men with a family then. I just came of age,
between wars & conflicts. I was willing and able to serve my country
in our military, I was never called on to serve.

I went to work for a former war hero, who flew in the Battle of
Britain during WWII and made war movies after the conflict. He was a
former full bird colonel and I was now running his company for him. I
had now bought a home, had our 3rd child, and bought a German
Shepherd. We named him Moose, because he had big feet, and later hit
100 lbs, which is large for a male.

He did a wonderful job, protecting my little children as they grew up
around him as babies. If another child would grab one of my children
in play, Moose would run over & grab his arm, and gently pull him
away, never hurting the other child, but protecting his family. He
was a beautiful dog, pure bred. German Shepherds have been guard
dogs & war dogs for the German Wehrmacht for 2 centuries. As a guard
dog they are the best. There is an old saying, if you want true
loyalty, don't get a woman, go buy a German Shepherd.

They are the 3rd smartest dog just behind the German Poodle Hund. My
main show dog today is an 135 mixed German Shepherd. All of my life,
I have had one around, they are the ultimate dog. Today I mix the
blood, like I did in Max, my road dog. Putting in Bloodhound & Great
Dane, makes him gentle & sweet to be around.

The breeders in this country have screwed up the line so bad for so
long, you can get dogs that can come out weird on you, and get too
aggressive when they get older, especially in big males. Most
police Departments go directly to Germany today to acquire their dogs,
and avoid the US market. That was the problem we had with Moose, he
started out sweet, then one day, turned into something I became afraid
of.

We lived on a golf course fairway, and we were halfway down range on a
par four. A lot of golfers hooked their drives over our 3' tall chain
linked fence into our back yard. We would get about 10 balls a day
coming in. Moose would lay hidden under our back porch, and wait for
the golfer to see his ball in his yard, climb over the fence on his
property and approach the ball getting ready to hit it back into the
fairway. I guess by Moose's code of conduct, the golfer had violated
his will to live by coming on his property, so he now had the right to
eat him for dinner.

Moose would wait for the golfer to turn his back & begin his waggle
and out he would come in full charge. Just as the ball would go wack
& airborne, the golfer would turn to see Moose closing in with full
teeth bared. Most would leap over the fence to escape; some would
lose a piece of their trousers.

This soon became a game Moose loved to play, hide, charge, watch them
run in total panic. This somehow triggered the hidden aggressive
nature of the dog, and he began to attack anything & everything.

I was on the road traveling full time then and my wife & kids were
telling me of his exploits. Max got out twice, walked up to small
little dogs in the street in front of his house, and killed both of
them in one bite. Before I could get home & deal with that, the gas
man came to our house to read the meter, Moose went over the fence and
put 38 stitches in his leg. His lawyer was on the phone when I got
in.

I now had an out of control dog on my hands, and I saw clearly I had
to get rid of him. I realized that if I did, his fate would surely be
the pound & his destruction. I loved that dog, like I loved one of my
kids. Then it hit me, Vietnam had really heated up, troops were going
over there now in big numbers, the war was now hot. I called up the
military and said, I have this 100 lb German Shepherd, he is eating
everything that comes near him, you put him on a fence line, anything
that comes near it, dies, do you want him. Do we was the answer, we
will be right out to pick him up. I asked where will he go, and they
said after training, Vietnam. I said, if I can't serve my country in
war, then my dog can for me, and I kissed him goodbye, knowing full
well, he was not coming home. Few war dogs, ever come home.

30 years go by, I wondered about his fate, many times. A TV show
came on the history channel about war dogs. It told about what a
major role they played in WWI where 50,000 dogs gave up their lives.
War dogs served in all of our conflicts to defend our freedom and our
democratic way of life.

They went into great detail of how the dogs were used in Vietnam and
showed several of them in old newsreels working with their handlers in
the jungles. Moose had a very unique marking on his face, and when a
soldier showed the picture of the dog he worked with in Vietnam I was
stunned to see my Moose, with his new master. He did make it over
there, and he did indeed go to war. The soldier described how they
were a team, and he gave him a new name of course. He said he was the
best dog they had. Moose sheltered him from harm for 2 years, then
one day going through a water filled ditch, Moose on a leash in front
of the soldier, hit a trip wire, and a flash went off, and Moose was
no more.

The soldier had kept his collar all of those years, and showed the
tears it had were the shrapnel hit it. He carried Moose back to the
base in his arms, soldiers don't leave other soldiers ever behind. He
buried him with honors. He then held the collar next to his heart and
began to cry like a baby. He described that horrible day, when Moose
gave up his life, to save his. I cried like a baby with him, I was
over come with emotions.

He said he can never forget that day, or never forget the greatest dog
a man could have ever had, Moose the war dog, and this is the rest of
the story.

Attached is a picture of Moose, kissing me on the cheek, with my wife
and my two young sons in front of him. That is my father at the top
left in the door way.

Fast Larry Guninger www.fastlarrypool.com Go into my web site to
see Max.

(who in the fook would believe this shit?)

ROTFLMFAO!!!