A true Lassie story
I was visiting one of my more obscure relatives in South Dakota when I nearly lost my life during one of my morning walks with her faithful dog Two-Spots (named for her distinctive eye markings).
I was walking in the hilly area near her home, about half an hour away from any other humans, stomping through bushes when I hear a sound that will make every muscle in your body freeze up, a faint, irritated hiss eminating from near my feet. If I were to be bitten here, in the middle of nowhere, I was a good as dead.
All of a sudden a grey blur that was the half husky half wolf named Two-Spots snaps into the grass and neatly wrips the head of the snake clean off. Freshly quaking from my near brush with death, I turned around and let that beautiful dog lead me home.
